Crunk In The Trap Prod.by Joey Cutless
Ima Quantico Prison bar spitter-I keep it locked like Pentagon Security nigga-you get dropped like every album on every release date-you get dropped like every album on every release date-you get dropped like all bombs-like all Napalm-soon as we drop bombs-the world cesspool my palm-it's either success or Forrestlawn-I'm the shit like masa-I'm always what's up like que pasa-i'm always in the house like casa-I'm always down for the pride like puro Rasa-I'm to full the opposite of empty-felonies I got plenty-come at you drunk as fuck like one two many-when you fuck with my men of many-I collect like the definition of interest-I put a tag on you call me Mr.Pinterest-that's how I collect shit like all banks savings accounts collecting interest-bulletholes exit wounds ballistics C.S.I Crime Scenes is what I spit-fuck you fags that pinch like Lobsters-licking on bones like Clifford the Red Dog monster slobsters-but no diss to the Blood homies becuzz we all Mobsters-B's and C's is the dresscode-that's how the West roll-united like the W fingers representing the Westcoast-call me Mr.Pentagon cuz I locked call me Mr.Alcatraz or Mr.Quantico cuz I keep it locked call me Mr.New Haven, Super Max, Mr.Marion cuz I keep it locked-always gambling like Las Vegases Marion on Death Row I play the boss-I get high all day like Smokey & Craig Friday is everyday eternally in the streets of L.A-where I play like kids in school playgrounds at recess and lunch breaks-I gotta be the Devil cuz I got the horniest head rom the hoes that break bread like Jesus said-they break loaves then I Jesus light glow-outshine every light show-my flow so hot never heard of Nitro-fuck a like whoa-my shit go like whizzo-we Killa Cali Master Gassers-busting and flowing like all orgasms-desacrate you like a elementary bathroom stall tag you up like Basm-like Robert Hill Lane-in the 2nd Grade-always saying Bloody Mary's name-I'm from M.P East Los-but I spall ball like my Zipcode-is 90210-Beverly Hills and Melrose-I got the best view like Hollywood Hills is my throne-call me the cities Chaperone-I'm watching everyone-all the bad hoes calling me like Tyrone-my flow-will leave your mind blown-I kill time loc-we clock killers with the Sci-Fi Flow-we Tic Toc Killers with A.B.I to the dome-Cloud -9 high & beyond-The Haters fade away like old grafiti-we never go away like the biggest stain on the Holy Grail we can't be defeated-I run the town-like Antonio V and Willie Brown-I keep it on lock like cons getting handcuffed by the L.A.P.D-I got all the handcuff keys-like Houdini-Ima escape artist call me Milton Bradley-I got every get out of jail jail card for free-I put Monopoly or the game on layaway-save it for a rainy day-this is for the Smoker's Section cuz I spit-the highest shit-cheap binocular seats upperdeck-I give God nosebleeds soon as I let it fly like Sputnik-Ima old school and new school player like Topp's to Pinaccle-Skybox flow the highest seat is my throne-that left God dethrone-& deaftone-and sent him to Hell like Lucifer the Fallen Angel-I kingdom come flow-bust like Godly nutts when I spit convo-so saucy I spit X.O-and Hypnotik-so clean like General's boots polished-I peel niggaz caps like Cumqwats-don't get comfortable with me like niggaz copping squats-I make it rain my jewels are magical gumdrops-soon as I do t that's where the haters fun stops-I get stupid money call it dumb guaps-you could fuck with every block but one block-Alpine Street the number 1 spot-we the best Original west where we learned to duck Red Rum shots-and murder one dodge-Excelero car slots-is what I sell like D.J's trying to fill up the mixtape slots-I get mines right like the I on the dot-we playing Dodgeball with gernades-made to explode in your face-put bitches knees to the floor and have them hoes saying yeah yeah like Usher ripping Chili getting that T.L.C-


Lyrics submitted by WestburyRdEnt.

Crunk In The Trap Prod.By Joey Cutless song meanings
Add your thoughts

No Comments

sort form View by:
  • No Comments

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top
explain