Cracker Trapper (Remix)

[Intro: Cracker Trapper]

Now you heard this beat before

Cracker trapper remix coming at you (Jar-Jar Bluntz: Cracker traaap)

Brought some homies with me

(TBone: Aight)

(Yeet)

(Trill Nye: Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr)

Yeah

Going in

'Bout to kill it

[Chorus]

Cracker, I'm a cracker trapper

(Squad, squad) x4

[Verse 1: Jar-Jar Bluntz]

In this bitch first like a motherfucker put in a hearse because he got shot for snatching her purse and I'm like

Oh bitch

I cut your ass, beat your ass and put you in a ditch

Yeeah

With the Cracker Trapper going hard it's the remix going ham and you know that I ain't a salad

Because you know my shit is valid

Spitting crack

Trappin cracker with the Cracker Trapper

He's so dapper

Looking happier than a fucking clam

Will.i.am is a bitch

Fuck you and your bitch

Uuuuuuuuhh

Shouts out to Haystacks

In this bitch cracker trapping!

[Verse 2: Haystacks]

Yeah!

(Alright, okay, yeah.)

Cracker Trapper

Cracker Trapper we in this shit

Cracker Trapper and the mother' master slayer Haystacker

And I got these racks in my back pocket

And like supreme uh cause I rock it in my team uh

Yeah I got them right behind me

Hanging from my socket like my elbow

Whoops I spit it up and though-

Shit I

Didn't mean to say that

But I'll keep it

I'll go

I'll flow

Like the Ipswich River so endless

And I'm in that shit forever

Pull a bow and arrow on you from my quiver

Yeah, and all my shit is penless

Yeah, of course I deliver

Through my ta-d'aw fuck

I fucked up

God dammit

Yeah, I hate it when I run out of shit to say

Yeah, it's the worst

But I take my get-out and spray you like Bobby Shmurda

Yeah, I said it

I spray for you

And then I

I fucking

I'll go gay for you -- Just kidding nah nigga

Just at the prep

Sixteen bigger six figures, Yeah, I made it

Yeah, and of course I rep my team

Yeah, I'm faded

That Hay's got that lean, Uh

Uh, and I keep it clean

Okay

Don't got

Much to say

The original cracker trapper and here okay

Okay, I'm done

That's the, that's the end of the day

[Interlude: Jar-Jar Bluntz]

Yo, this is DJ Professor Crack Trap

About to hear from my nigga Pablo Pablo Pablo Pablo Pablo in this bitch, Pablo X7 Es-co-bars

You know

About to remix this shdsh

Shit

Yeah son

You know

About to be hot as fuck

Spits bars like Charizard

Spits hotter than fucking gumbo, man

Get ready man

Got the Sriracha and everything

Get ready

[Verse 3: Pablo X7 Escobars]

Blunt in my mouth

Blunt in my hand

Can't understand my plan to sell grams to the fans

In the stands go grab me like a cow

The whores all say ow

Got a gun that goes blaow

I got money

Steal your honey

Hopping like bunnies

I'll be chummy with your mummy and then i'll cummy in her tummy

Pablo Escobars

Yeah I'll get far

Riding in my car

Like winnifresh

Because I'm fresh

Fresher than the best

Gun under my vest

Killing bitches like:

BLAAOW

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Cracker Trapper]

Yeah!

I'm hot like Sriracha

Yeah!

My mom just made me pasta

Now I'm gonna write this mother rap faster

Like I'm fucking driving fuck a car in NASCAR

Yeah

I'm the Cracker Trapper

Yeah

Call me up I'll slap you

Yeah, Yeah

I got a gun to blast you

Like my dick blast cum into your ass like that's done

Like I'm Raz Fresco

I'm rapping on these tests go

I will make the test flow

And make my fucking rap flow

I will fucking hit that shit

I will fucking use my dick

And hit that target already gone and spit my fucking cracker shit

Boom, boom, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah,yeah, yeah, blaow

[Verse 5: T-Bone 11749]

Listen up, I like my women in twos

If you fuck with me, then you'll get a bruise

I'm T-Bone, so that means I never lose

I like to pick it man, I like to choose

I pull up to Dunk's with my homie D

You know we munching on that bacon egg and chee'

Was in the bathroom the other day, taking a pee

Turn to the side, guess who I see

Some motherfucker was staring at my D

I popped a cap in his ass, for staring at me

Was put in the state can, yeah I did some time

Robbed a couple stores, not a real big crime

Can't find me a date where I'm not on my grind

Cause bitch I'm T-Bone 11749

Come at me and I'll take you as hostage

I'll tie you up and put you into storage

The world is giving me all of it's knowledge

That's why, man, I ain't going to college

[Verse 6: Sam Stone]

Stone back in the house, ho

Take your pants

And drop them on the fucking floor

Cracker Trapper got me to come in

On this beat

So open up the door

And I understand

If y'all have to skip this verse

It's so fucking deadly, it'll leave you in a hearse

Honey was saying my style game is on point

But not as much as my rolling skills, with a fucking joint, ho

And I'm not even 'bout that life

Anymore

Moving on

New house, got 'bout twenty whores!

Sorry if my lyrics got you freezing-Icy like winter

But we ain't fucking

If you got a cold sore

Squad talking about Sriracha yeah I'm all about that rasta

Your ride going bout 200, my lambo

Still going faster

[Verse 7: Tossed Ross]

Ass

Assy ass assassassassassassassassassassassassassassassassassassassassassassass

In the club

Ass

In my house

Ass

In my car

Ass

In the train

MBTA ass to Boston

Ass

Ass, titty, ass

Hit me up on Skype I'll blast my ass

Titties, face

I like those two things

It's not a race

But I got hit with mace once and I cried for like 6 days

Last Wednesday had my first date

And I took her to Chuckie Cheese's

Yeah

Then she schcsh cheesed on my dick

Yeah

That means she licked the tip

Yeah

Then we got some tokens

Threw them in the air cause I thought she was joking

Then I took her back to the crib

I don't have a crib

She thought I did

Fuck that bitch

[Verse 8: Trill Nye]

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Yo, Trill Nye in the house

Throwing up her blouse

She's like a mouse

I fucking grab her

Grab her tits, grab her ass

Then I'm going to pass her

To all the homies

Then I'm going to grab another bitch

Pour up some Coneys

Smoke a cone, see

On Coney Island with a bitch

Like never been there before

Saw it in a movie

It was groovy

She's going to do me in the jacuzzi

It's fucking nuts

I'm fucking rough

I'm tough

I fuck her in the ass

It's great

I love it

Fucking hate, fucking shove it

Like, what the fuck?

Like, shit!

Like, holy fuck! God!

Like, I'm God!

I'm the pope, I'm dope

Like, shit!

Clit, clit clit clit!

Busting clips in your ass

Cause I don't give a fuck about you!

[Verse 9: Vineyard Rhymes]

Tom Ford, Valentino

I got them chinos

I'm sitting in Starbucks

Drinking that low fat, no whipped cappuccino

Yeah

Just stepped out at dawn

With some new Sperries I got on

Tip toeing Tip toeing

On the lawn

Freshly cut by my gardner

His name's Ron

I'll make you a deal you cannot refuse

You cross me

I'll leave you black and blue

For better or for worse

There'll be no cash in that purse

I'll be in a carriage drawn by horse

With a couple of "hoes" of course

Hey, you know what?

I just slayed that verse

[Verse 10: Young Cringle]

Uh, yo

Young Cringle

Shout out to my boy Lou, shout out to my boy Joey, shout out to T-Bone 11749

He ain't going to college!

Uh, yo!

Feeling alright

Feeling all good

Goon squad hit me up when you wanna know what's good

Just "relax yourself girl, please settle down"

No need to overheat just vibe to the sound!

Cause we're rhythm eclectics

Jazzy eccentrics

Coming at you now with superior genetics

Our game is known from here to Compton

While these sucker MCs don't even know what's popping

You can't comprehend

Brother, sucks for you

Just try to sound it out like a [?]

Word!

Yo, shoutouts to all my boys

Goonsquad

Hell yeah

Word

[Verse 11: GreenT]

[?]cracker but music doesn't want me

[?] studio so long

Don't even go up to pee and

When I get down and dirty

[?] that crank out thirty

Sippin' on that liquor

With so much energy the lights flicker [?]

And I still go

Rap is trying to turn me off but I still glow rise

Just like the sun in the morning

Better keep rising

I'm like global warming

Cause the hate dries this little cracker through

The gate of heaven

Drift up that lavish lifestyle

Ever since I hit eleven

Knew I was going to be the best

[?] my rhymes are so dope I failed the peep test

In rhyming

An get closer to the lime but I'm starting to taste sour

Play these beats over and over in my room for an hour

And time's clicking

And I'm sicking

And It seems like everyone else is just dicking

And my rhymes are so hard to life I aggro

In the cee-ty when they see me

When the look up in the air

I'm like the Superman

Because I'm always high

And so, they see my name as I fly by

In the sky

Doing this until the day I die

And you know why

Cause I'm representing T. E. A

Trevor Eliminator All Day

[Verse 12: Dr. F]

Yo, what's up mans

Dr. F in this motherfucker

Like Magic Mike

Or Mike Meehan

I be rapping

Like I'm fucking Peter Pan

I got ill rhymes, yo

I've got fucking tight rhymes

And my mom's clit

She likes her fucking

Clit

And everybody wants to do it

I'm not really trying to fight

Except if you're a bitch

Then I'll fucking fight

And I've got rhymes

Kites

They're so high in the sky

They're like Mike

Mike, Mike, Mike

I'm on the mic

And fucking rappin and shit

I like sucking on licorice

Yeah that's right

My names fucking

Dr. F

Fuck Carfox

Fuck Trill Nye

That's right, he's a pussy

And

Fuck you guys, bitch

[Outro: Cracker Trapper]

Yo dude, this is fucking dope

That song had all the craziest niggas on it

Fucking

Cracker Trapper mixtape, last track

Peace out dawgs

Fuck y'all