Oh shit
Get up get up come on
ShittyTrapBeatscom bitch (Oh f*ck what the f*ck)
Yeah that's right (What's going on what the f*ck?)
We found out where you were staying
And you know what? We're gonna have a little talk with you
Because I heard what you said in the studio
And uh I think there's something that's not entirely clear between us
So you know what?
You little boys ought to smile and look pretty
You little kitties want the fame? The whole glizzy?
You wouldn't last a minute when you're thrown to the dogs
I'm talking big record labels big money whole hog
But it's cute Point's moot we're like a gun click shoot
You get your song little ones and you give us the Loof
I'm not trying to play around with contracts and discourse
You signed your rights to the label so get off that high horse
STB is the way it's gonna go
Big money for the label let the talent get the hoes
But that's fine with me it's the way it's always been
All the men behind the glass just have to take it with a grin
But know this for a fact my little fat cats
Don't come at me crying unless you're saying congrats
I got all your paper I'm stacking it through the roof
I'll be grinning with that green when your sales are foolproof
It's all good Taffy I think you've said enough
No need to explode make your edges all rough
I'm so damn above this come on Graham back me up
It's alright Taffy let your boy tell em what's up
See the deal was Taff and I make the beats
Tell the radio to run you get your name out on the street
I'm running like a madman trying to get you guys on Spotify
Now I hear there's doubts baby boys lemme ask why?
We gave you one whole year to make an album
We only got three songs don't try to play dumb
I saw your Doordash bill you could have had them
I know the fame is tantalizing get with the curriculum
It's not worth it Graham do something drastic
In the middle of the song? Come on Taff don't be a spastic
I'm just saying maybe it's our time to shine
Why don't you give us all a verse to keep the album on time?
I don't believe we've met I'm GRAHAM da CRACKER
The key to your heart yeah that's what I'm after
Six million little nerves going shot just from looking
I hear you bubbling girl come on what's cooking?
There's galaxies of me's and you's truly
You know I can get a little fooly cooly
A little atmosphere to breathe you and me
And an interstellar wine to drink while we see
How far can a star boy go in this system
If ya had any doubts well I must have just missed 'em
I'm fumbling with the keys to my ship
And we see a nebula of champagne don't trip
Swinging light on planetary feet indiscrete
Rendezvous while a star goes nova bittersweet
Don't worry don't hurry relax we're on track
Swear to God In the morning it'll all be put back
Okay okay I see we got some uh raised tempers here
Yes yes just a misunderstanding (So um)
I'm just gonna get what we've been working on all this time
Swear to God everything will be okay (Swear to God it's great)
Just uh let me find this thing real quick hold on (You're gonna love it)
That's not where it is it's over here!
Don't tell me where it is I've got it already (Well you should have found it faster)
Okay we'll love this I swear
Aw yeah (Aw yeah)
It's that deep underground beat that everyone's trying to replicate these days (Yeah)
You know ShittyTrapBeats always trying to stay on top of this stuff (You know it)
Always trying to do the newest thing stick with the newest shit
You know? (Yeah um)
That's what we do over here we innovate and we just you know (Okay Loof ya gotta let it speak for itself)
Ya gotta let it speak for itself
Come here boi
You're talking all this mad shit like you know my dad
Tell me Taffer the second you heard me you were down bad
I've got the talent the chops a bottle of tuna schnapps
What have you got besides some old record shops?
You're crying over spilt milk get a tissue
I hear the can from another room it's a skill issue
If ya hear me coming you won't hear me til it's too late
Running and jumping like a jungle what baby gate?
I hear the clock strike ten I know it's time to feast
Got my rapping game proofing call me Active Yeast
I'm about to loaf hard sauce me up daddy
Release party calling so let me get the addy
See certified player got the homies to prove it
You're scoffing at my legacy threatening to remove it
The way I see it we made you a whole bunch of money
So stop playing games Taffy punch your card out honey
Ya Big Boy Loof is rising up on the scene
Call me a fat cat best believe I'm throwin' beans
Everyone knows I'm the face of this whole crew
You think people hear ShittyTrapBeats and think of you?
Cutter and I come from nothing we could care less
Sharpening these flaps on rhymes that paid less
There's a thousand labels out there waiting to sign us on
So don't doubt our pull here throw in some Bon Chon
I get a headache thinking about being poor
When I spent my days at restaurants eating shit off the floor
But those days are over I went gold and hit hard
Get my licking on lock meanwhile I'm scanning the yard
I told y'all when I'm done eatin' it's part two
Best new EP the hottest song it's en route
Canthology one got you vibin' to the Shitty Beat
Dinner bell's ringing (KO) no time for round three
Alright guys what are we thinking so far?
Where did you get that bucket of food?
Don't worry about it move past it we gotta move past it
Alright alright I've been impressed so far
I'm liking this new direction
You got anything else you guys have to show?
Don't you worry we got something a little more uh unique
We've been working on this pretty hard
Check it out
The world is dark hunger stark I'm try'na feed
All these damn dogs wanna see a fat boi bleed
Well here we go gone wild thundering for you
Here's my street cred voucher from the Shitty Trap crew
It took me twelve whole years to make it big
Done with little boy bitches and out of touch big wigs
Dig in deep sharp claws I'm gonna leap
Making big money moves while I'm talking in my sleep (Yeah)
Chillin' in the Benz get my bitches in tens
Watch my whole damn life from a gold-tinted lens
I'm more feast than fancy better stocks than Nancy
Showing up on your Ring Cam ya try'na test me
So sleep tight tonight and keep your bars on lock
Cause I'm phantom-thief slappin' bitches round the clock
You f*ckers ain't got a chance when I'm robbin' in the hood
All your security systems they ain't nothing but plywood
All these big wig bitches wanna see us fail
I ain't going for broke ain't going back to jail
I'm done playing around without a right to life
I'm talking two cats rappin' bout a three dog night
All these damn dogs wanna see a fat cat bleed
All these damn dogs wanna see a fat cat bleed
All these big wig bitches wanna see us fail
I ain't going for broke ain't going back to jail
I'm done playing around without a right to life
I'm talking two cats rappin' bout a three dog night
All these damn dogs wanna see a fat cat bleed
All these damn dogs wanna see a fat cat bleed
Runnin' and a hummin' and a gunnin' for your girl
Damn I ate too much fur I gotta hurl
Come to my place later rock your whole world
She treats me like family I make her toes curl
I don't give a f*ck about fancy ass beds
I need two things in life good food and head
I'm not trying to reinvent the wheel
Just ya boi looking for food and bitches to steal
Got me sponsors like a TikTok thot
Cause my coat needs loaf and sauce comin' in hot
Vertical video? Why not 360?
That shit can't contain my thick energy
Momma got her mouth like a treadmill don't stop
Put that ShittyTrapBeatscom on your desktop
I'm thinking of pops you're thinking of me
All these damn dogs wanna see a Sarcy boy bleed
Wow that was a lot
Aw thank you gentlemen thank you (Yes thank you)
Yeah we still got a little bit more it's a little late (Yeah just a little bit)
But you know uh (It's a little late I'm sleepy)
But we could still play (Yes it's true)
Alright Taffy are you done with your little inquisition?
You satisfied with what they've played for us so far?
I think it's been pretty good
Yeah you know what?
I have to apologize I think I was a little too hard on you guys
But you're doing good you just need to keep trying a little harder
Can you do that for me? Can you try a little harder for me please?
Please? I don't wanna be made at you come on
You gotta let it go dude
Come on Graham I gotta tell you something outside
We're just gonna leave?
Yeah we'll leave them alone
Alright
Come on Loof I think it's time to sleep
Kiss the bitches goodnight and think of Little Bo Peet
We got a lot on our plate let's get our winks while we can
And if you're gonna snore you're gonna sleep in the Benz
Don't make me laugh my little slim friend
I hear you crying at night thinking the world's gonna end
Don't mind you sharing the bed come on lay down beside me
Just like old times don't even try to deny me
Seriously man just not in the song
You know our brotherly love is what's been keeping us strong
All the homies at home believe we're all bad
But we both know we'd rather share the master with dad
Alright Cutter Sarc I trust that you know what's best
The song is almost over let's get us some rest
Tomorrow morning scheduled some food on the dash
But don't worry bout payment already sent you the cash
I feel kinda bad my eyes are kinda wet
I'm not ready to fire them Well at least not yet
You're being too hard on them Taff come on I mean really
We only pay them like five dollars a day what's the dealie?
I dunno Graham I need this shit to explode
I hope these two little boys can really carry the load
Come on man it's one year We can check in at two
If they're still going nowhere we both know what to do
In the meantime let's just make some beats and relax
Why don't you break out the Vintage Vibe? I'll break out the sax
And we can just start playing forget about all the hood
Don't you remember making music that's GOOD?
I dunno man I think I've had enough rap
I'm gonna get home and shower and forget all this crap
We still on for your album once we finish the cat's?
I might need a little more time (Don't give me that!)
ShittyTrapBeatscom you get it that's the
ShittyTrapBeatscom don't forget it
ShittyTrapBeatscom don't regret it got the
ShittyTrapBeats on lock don't forget it
ShittyTrapBeatscom you get it that's the
ShittyTrapBeatscom don't forget it
ShittyTrapBeatscom don't regret it got the
ShittyTrapBeats on lock don't forget it
ShittyTrapBeatscom you get it that's the
ShittyTrapBeatscom don't forget it
ShittyTrapBeatscom don't regret it got the
ShittyTrapBeats on lock don't forget it
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English
Oh shit
Get up get up come on
ShittyTrapBeatscom bitch (Oh f*ck what the f*ck)
Yeah that's right (What's going on what the f*ck?)
We found out where you were staying
And you know what? We're gonna have a little talk with you
Because I heard what you said in the studio
And uh I think there's something that's not entirely clear between us
So you know what?
You little boys ought to smile and look pretty
You little kitties want the fame? The whole glizzy?
You wouldn't last a minute when you're thrown to the dogs
I'm talking big record labels big money whole hog
But it's cute Point's moot we're like a gun click shoot
You get your song little ones and you give us the Loof
I'm not trying to play around with contracts and discourse
You signed your rights to the label so get off that high horse
STB is the way it's gonna go
Big money for the label let the talent get the hoes
But that's fine with me it's the way it's always been
All the men behind the glass just have to take it with a grin
But know this for a fact my little fat cats
Don't come at me crying unless you're saying congrats
I got all your paper I'm stacking it through the roof
I'll be grinning with that green when your sales are foolproof
It's all good Taffy I think you've said enough
No need to explode make your edges all rough
I'm so damn above this come on Graham back me up
It's alright Taffy let your boy tell em what's up
See the deal was Taff and I make the beats
Tell the radio to run you get your name out on the street
I'm running like a madman trying to get you guys on Spotify
Now I hear there's doubts baby boys lemme ask why?
We gave you one whole year to make an album
We only got three songs don't try to play dumb
I saw your Doordash bill you could have had them
I know the fame is tantalizing get with the curriculum
It's not worth it Graham do something drastic
In the middle of the song? Come on Taff don't be a spastic
I'm just saying maybe it's our time to shine
Why don't you give us all a verse to keep the album on time?
I don't believe we've met I'm GRAHAM da CRACKER
The key to your heart yeah that's what I'm after
Six million little nerves going shot just from looking
I hear you bubbling girl come on what's cooking?
There's galaxies of me's and you's truly
You know I can get a little fooly cooly
A little atmosphere to breathe you and me
And an interstellar wine to drink while we see
How far can a star boy go in this system
If ya had any doubts well I must have just missed 'em
I'm fumbling with the keys to my ship
And we see a nebula of champagne don't trip
Swinging light on planetary feet indiscrete
Rendezvous while a star goes nova bittersweet
Don't worry don't hurry relax we're on track
Swear to God In the morning it'll all be put back
Okay okay I see we got some uh raised tempers here
Yes yes just a misunderstanding (So um)
I'm just gonna get what we've been working on all this time
Swear to God everything will be okay (Swear to God it's great)
Just uh let me find this thing real quick hold on (You're gonna love it)
That's not where it is it's over here!
Don't tell me where it is I've got it already (Well you should have found it faster)
Okay we'll love this I swear
Aw yeah (Aw yeah)
It's that deep underground beat that everyone's trying to replicate these days (Yeah)
You know ShittyTrapBeats always trying to stay on top of this stuff (You know it)
Always trying to do the newest thing stick with the newest shit
You know? (Yeah um)
That's what we do over here we innovate and we just you know (Okay Loof ya gotta let it speak for itself)
Ya gotta let it speak for itself
Come here boi
You're talking all this mad shit like you know my dad
Tell me Taffer the second you heard me you were down bad
I've got the talent the chops a bottle of tuna schnapps
What have you got besides some old record shops?
You're crying over spilt milk get a tissue
I hear the can from another room it's a skill issue
If ya hear me coming you won't hear me til it's too late
Running and jumping like a jungle what baby gate?
I hear the clock strike ten I know it's time to feast
Got my rapping game proofing call me Active Yeast
I'm about to loaf hard sauce me up daddy
Release party calling so let me get the addy
See certified player got the homies to prove it
You're scoffing at my legacy threatening to remove it
The way I see it we made you a whole bunch of money
So stop playing games Taffy punch your card out honey
Ya Big Boy Loof is rising up on the scene
Call me a fat cat best believe I'm throwin' beans
Everyone knows I'm the face of this whole crew
You think people hear ShittyTrapBeats and think of you?
Cutter and I come from nothing we could care less
Sharpening these flaps on rhymes that paid less
There's a thousand labels out there waiting to sign us on
So don't doubt our pull here throw in some Bon Chon
I get a headache thinking about being poor
When I spent my days at restaurants eating shit off the floor
But those days are over I went gold and hit hard
Get my licking on lock meanwhile I'm scanning the yard
I told y'all when I'm done eatin' it's part two
Best new EP the hottest song it's en route
Canthology one got you vibin' to the Shitty Beat
Dinner bell's ringing (KO) no time for round three
Alright guys what are we thinking so far?
Where did you get that bucket of food?
Don't worry about it move past it we gotta move past it
Alright alright I've been impressed so far
I'm liking this new direction
You got anything else you guys have to show?
Don't you worry we got something a little more uh unique
We've been working on this pretty hard
Check it out
The world is dark hunger stark I'm try'na feed
All these damn dogs wanna see a fat boi bleed
Well here we go gone wild thundering for you
Here's my street cred voucher from the Shitty Trap crew
It took me twelve whole years to make it big
Done with little boy bitches and out of touch big wigs
Dig in deep sharp claws I'm gonna leap
Making big money moves while I'm talking in my sleep (Yeah)
Chillin' in the Benz get my bitches in tens
Watch my whole damn life from a gold-tinted lens
I'm more feast than fancy better stocks than Nancy
Showing up on your Ring Cam ya try'na test me
So sleep tight tonight and keep your bars on lock
Cause I'm phantom-thief slappin' bitches round the clock
You f*ckers ain't got a chance when I'm robbin' in the hood
All your security systems they ain't nothing but plywood
All these big wig bitches wanna see us fail
I ain't going for broke ain't going back to jail
I'm done playing around without a right to life
I'm talking two cats rappin' bout a three dog night
All these damn dogs wanna see a fat cat bleed
All these damn dogs wanna see a fat cat bleed
All these big wig bitches wanna see us fail
I ain't going for broke ain't going back to jail
I'm done playing around without a right to life
I'm talking two cats rappin' bout a three dog night
All these damn dogs wanna see a fat cat bleed
All these damn dogs wanna see a fat cat bleed
Runnin' and a hummin' and a gunnin' for your girl
Damn I ate too much fur I gotta hurl
Come to my place later rock your whole world
She treats me like family I make her toes curl
I don't give a f*ck about fancy ass beds
I need two things in life good food and head
I'm not trying to reinvent the wheel
Just ya boi looking for food and bitches to steal
Got me sponsors like a TikTok thot
Cause my coat needs loaf and sauce comin' in hot
Vertical video? Why not 360?
That shit can't contain my thick energy
Momma got her mouth like a treadmill don't stop
Put that ShittyTrapBeatscom on your desktop
I'm thinking of pops you're thinking of me
All these damn dogs wanna see a Sarcy boy bleed
Wow that was a lot
Aw thank you gentlemen thank you (Yes thank you)
Yeah we still got a little bit more it's a little late (Yeah just a little bit)
But you know uh (It's a little late I'm sleepy)
But we could still play (Yes it's true)
Alright Taffy are you done with your little inquisition?
You satisfied with what they've played for us so far?
I think it's been pretty good
Yeah you know what?
I have to apologize I think I was a little too hard on you guys
But you're doing good you just need to keep trying a little harder
Can you do that for me? Can you try a little harder for me please?
Please? I don't wanna be made at you come on
You gotta let it go dude
Come on Graham I gotta tell you something outside
We're just gonna leave?
Yeah we'll leave them alone
Alright
Come on Loof I think it's time to sleep
Kiss the bitches goodnight and think of Little Bo Peet
We got a lot on our plate let's get our winks while we can
And if you're gonna snore you're gonna sleep in the Benz
Don't make me laugh my little slim friend
I hear you crying at night thinking the world's gonna end
Don't mind you sharing the bed come on lay down beside me
Just like old times don't even try to deny me
Seriously man just not in the song
You know our brotherly love is what's been keeping us strong
All the homies at home believe we're all bad
But we both know we'd rather share the master with dad
Alright Cutter Sarc I trust that you know what's best
The song is almost over let's get us some rest
Tomorrow morning scheduled some food on the dash
But don't worry bout payment already sent you the cash
I feel kinda bad my eyes are kinda wet
I'm not ready to fire them Well at least not yet
You're being too hard on them Taff come on I mean really
We only pay them like five dollars a day what's the dealie?
I dunno Graham I need this shit to explode
I hope these two little boys can really carry the load
Come on man it's one year We can check in at two
If they're still going nowhere we both know what to do
In the meantime let's just make some beats and relax
Why don't you break out the Vintage Vibe? I'll break out the sax
And we can just start playing forget about all the hood
Don't you remember making music that's GOOD?
I dunno man I think I've had enough rap
I'm gonna get home and shower and forget all this crap
We still on for your album once we finish the cat's?
I might need a little more time (Don't give me that!)
ShittyTrapBeatscom you get it that's the
ShittyTrapBeatscom don't forget it
ShittyTrapBeatscom don't regret it got the
ShittyTrapBeats on lock don't forget it
ShittyTrapBeatscom you get it that's the
ShittyTrapBeatscom don't forget it
ShittyTrapBeatscom don't regret it got the
ShittyTrapBeats on lock don't forget it
ShittyTrapBeatscom you get it that's the
ShittyTrapBeatscom don't forget it
ShittyTrapBeatscom don't regret it got the
ShittyTrapBeats on lock don't forget it
Get up get up come on
ShittyTrapBeatscom bitch (Oh f*ck what the f*ck)
Yeah that's right (What's going on what the f*ck?)
We found out where you were staying
And you know what? We're gonna have a little talk with you
Because I heard what you said in the studio
And uh I think there's something that's not entirely clear between us
So you know what?
You little boys ought to smile and look pretty
You little kitties want the fame? The whole glizzy?
You wouldn't last a minute when you're thrown to the dogs
I'm talking big record labels big money whole hog
But it's cute Point's moot we're like a gun click shoot
You get your song little ones and you give us the Loof
I'm not trying to play around with contracts and discourse
You signed your rights to the label so get off that high horse
STB is the way it's gonna go
Big money for the label let the talent get the hoes
But that's fine with me it's the way it's always been
All the men behind the glass just have to take it with a grin
But know this for a fact my little fat cats
Don't come at me crying unless you're saying congrats
I got all your paper I'm stacking it through the roof
I'll be grinning with that green when your sales are foolproof
It's all good Taffy I think you've said enough
No need to explode make your edges all rough
I'm so damn above this come on Graham back me up
It's alright Taffy let your boy tell em what's up
See the deal was Taff and I make the beats
Tell the radio to run you get your name out on the street
I'm running like a madman trying to get you guys on Spotify
Now I hear there's doubts baby boys lemme ask why?
We gave you one whole year to make an album
We only got three songs don't try to play dumb
I saw your Doordash bill you could have had them
I know the fame is tantalizing get with the curriculum
It's not worth it Graham do something drastic
In the middle of the song? Come on Taff don't be a spastic
I'm just saying maybe it's our time to shine
Why don't you give us all a verse to keep the album on time?
I don't believe we've met I'm GRAHAM da CRACKER
The key to your heart yeah that's what I'm after
Six million little nerves going shot just from looking
I hear you bubbling girl come on what's cooking?
There's galaxies of me's and you's truly
You know I can get a little fooly cooly
A little atmosphere to breathe you and me
And an interstellar wine to drink while we see
How far can a star boy go in this system
If ya had any doubts well I must have just missed 'em
I'm fumbling with the keys to my ship
And we see a nebula of champagne don't trip
Swinging light on planetary feet indiscrete
Rendezvous while a star goes nova bittersweet
Don't worry don't hurry relax we're on track
Swear to God In the morning it'll all be put back
Okay okay I see we got some uh raised tempers here
Yes yes just a misunderstanding (So um)
I'm just gonna get what we've been working on all this time
Swear to God everything will be okay (Swear to God it's great)
Just uh let me find this thing real quick hold on (You're gonna love it)
That's not where it is it's over here!
Don't tell me where it is I've got it already (Well you should have found it faster)
Okay we'll love this I swear
Aw yeah (Aw yeah)
It's that deep underground beat that everyone's trying to replicate these days (Yeah)
You know ShittyTrapBeats always trying to stay on top of this stuff (You know it)
Always trying to do the newest thing stick with the newest shit
You know? (Yeah um)
That's what we do over here we innovate and we just you know (Okay Loof ya gotta let it speak for itself)
Ya gotta let it speak for itself
Come here boi
You're talking all this mad shit like you know my dad
Tell me Taffer the second you heard me you were down bad
I've got the talent the chops a bottle of tuna schnapps
What have you got besides some old record shops?
You're crying over spilt milk get a tissue
I hear the can from another room it's a skill issue
If ya hear me coming you won't hear me til it's too late
Running and jumping like a jungle what baby gate?
I hear the clock strike ten I know it's time to feast
Got my rapping game proofing call me Active Yeast
I'm about to loaf hard sauce me up daddy
Release party calling so let me get the addy
See certified player got the homies to prove it
You're scoffing at my legacy threatening to remove it
The way I see it we made you a whole bunch of money
So stop playing games Taffy punch your card out honey
Ya Big Boy Loof is rising up on the scene
Call me a fat cat best believe I'm throwin' beans
Everyone knows I'm the face of this whole crew
You think people hear ShittyTrapBeats and think of you?
Cutter and I come from nothing we could care less
Sharpening these flaps on rhymes that paid less
There's a thousand labels out there waiting to sign us on
So don't doubt our pull here throw in some Bon Chon
I get a headache thinking about being poor
When I spent my days at restaurants eating shit off the floor
But those days are over I went gold and hit hard
Get my licking on lock meanwhile I'm scanning the yard
I told y'all when I'm done eatin' it's part two
Best new EP the hottest song it's en route
Canthology one got you vibin' to the Shitty Beat
Dinner bell's ringing (KO) no time for round three
Alright guys what are we thinking so far?
Where did you get that bucket of food?
Don't worry about it move past it we gotta move past it
Alright alright I've been impressed so far
I'm liking this new direction
You got anything else you guys have to show?
Don't you worry we got something a little more uh unique
We've been working on this pretty hard
Check it out
The world is dark hunger stark I'm try'na feed
All these damn dogs wanna see a fat boi bleed
Well here we go gone wild thundering for you
Here's my street cred voucher from the Shitty Trap crew
It took me twelve whole years to make it big
Done with little boy bitches and out of touch big wigs
Dig in deep sharp claws I'm gonna leap
Making big money moves while I'm talking in my sleep (Yeah)
Chillin' in the Benz get my bitches in tens
Watch my whole damn life from a gold-tinted lens
I'm more feast than fancy better stocks than Nancy
Showing up on your Ring Cam ya try'na test me
So sleep tight tonight and keep your bars on lock
Cause I'm phantom-thief slappin' bitches round the clock
You f*ckers ain't got a chance when I'm robbin' in the hood
All your security systems they ain't nothing but plywood
All these big wig bitches wanna see us fail
I ain't going for broke ain't going back to jail
I'm done playing around without a right to life
I'm talking two cats rappin' bout a three dog night
All these damn dogs wanna see a fat cat bleed
All these damn dogs wanna see a fat cat bleed
All these big wig bitches wanna see us fail
I ain't going for broke ain't going back to jail
I'm done playing around without a right to life
I'm talking two cats rappin' bout a three dog night
All these damn dogs wanna see a fat cat bleed
All these damn dogs wanna see a fat cat bleed
Runnin' and a hummin' and a gunnin' for your girl
Damn I ate too much fur I gotta hurl
Come to my place later rock your whole world
She treats me like family I make her toes curl
I don't give a f*ck about fancy ass beds
I need two things in life good food and head
I'm not trying to reinvent the wheel
Just ya boi looking for food and bitches to steal
Got me sponsors like a TikTok thot
Cause my coat needs loaf and sauce comin' in hot
Vertical video? Why not 360?
That shit can't contain my thick energy
Momma got her mouth like a treadmill don't stop
Put that ShittyTrapBeatscom on your desktop
I'm thinking of pops you're thinking of me
All these damn dogs wanna see a Sarcy boy bleed
Wow that was a lot
Aw thank you gentlemen thank you (Yes thank you)
Yeah we still got a little bit more it's a little late (Yeah just a little bit)
But you know uh (It's a little late I'm sleepy)
But we could still play (Yes it's true)
Alright Taffy are you done with your little inquisition?
You satisfied with what they've played for us so far?
I think it's been pretty good
Yeah you know what?
I have to apologize I think I was a little too hard on you guys
But you're doing good you just need to keep trying a little harder
Can you do that for me? Can you try a little harder for me please?
Please? I don't wanna be made at you come on
You gotta let it go dude
Come on Graham I gotta tell you something outside
We're just gonna leave?
Yeah we'll leave them alone
Alright
Come on Loof I think it's time to sleep
Kiss the bitches goodnight and think of Little Bo Peet
We got a lot on our plate let's get our winks while we can
And if you're gonna snore you're gonna sleep in the Benz
Don't make me laugh my little slim friend
I hear you crying at night thinking the world's gonna end
Don't mind you sharing the bed come on lay down beside me
Just like old times don't even try to deny me
Seriously man just not in the song
You know our brotherly love is what's been keeping us strong
All the homies at home believe we're all bad
But we both know we'd rather share the master with dad
Alright Cutter Sarc I trust that you know what's best
The song is almost over let's get us some rest
Tomorrow morning scheduled some food on the dash
But don't worry bout payment already sent you the cash
I feel kinda bad my eyes are kinda wet
I'm not ready to fire them Well at least not yet
You're being too hard on them Taff come on I mean really
We only pay them like five dollars a day what's the dealie?
I dunno Graham I need this shit to explode
I hope these two little boys can really carry the load
Come on man it's one year We can check in at two
If they're still going nowhere we both know what to do
In the meantime let's just make some beats and relax
Why don't you break out the Vintage Vibe? I'll break out the sax
And we can just start playing forget about all the hood
Don't you remember making music that's GOOD?
I dunno man I think I've had enough rap
I'm gonna get home and shower and forget all this crap
We still on for your album once we finish the cat's?
I might need a little more time (Don't give me that!)
ShittyTrapBeatscom you get it that's the
ShittyTrapBeatscom don't forget it
ShittyTrapBeatscom don't regret it got the
ShittyTrapBeats on lock don't forget it
ShittyTrapBeatscom you get it that's the
ShittyTrapBeatscom don't forget it
ShittyTrapBeatscom don't regret it got the
ShittyTrapBeats on lock don't forget it
ShittyTrapBeatscom you get it that's the
ShittyTrapBeatscom don't forget it
ShittyTrapBeatscom don't regret it got the
ShittyTrapBeats on lock don't forget it
Writer: John Graham
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
The Canthology Parts V-VIII (feat. F@ F@ the Cat, Cutter Sarc, Von Taffer & GRAHAM da CRACKER) Info:
Performed By: ShittyTrapBeats.com
Language: English
Length: 9:48
Written by: John Graham