Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Snappin' & Trappin', artist - OutKast.
Date of issue: 29.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Snappin' & Trappin' |
Our shit don’t mix like yay and lukewarm water |
Better make it hotter splash ice and watch it rock up |
I oughta duct tape your infant daughter |
Show soldier ass niggas |
I’m murder city’s Sargeant Slaughter |
Guaranteed to get more cut than a barber |
I betcha I’ll drill your heifer like Black & Decker |
The pussy wrecker and White Water couldn’t get it wetter |
I’m guaranteed to never swiss cheese for more cheddar |
I give a fuck, suede bucks and Coogi sweaters |
What up? |
Whatever sable fur to lamb leather |
I’ve seen it all in the trap with fitted caps for cold weather |
And creased denim threats delivered when I send 'em |
Niggas know I, FedEx my shit, overnight express my shit |
Deliver my hits quick, who next on my shit list |
Banana niggas need to split |
Quit fucking with this thorough Atlanta clique |
This here is Slum Lordz we make your terrific shit tragic |
My pen and pixel make violence more graphic |
I take raw coke, cook it crack, saran wrap it |
One muthafuckin' verse and already it’s a classic |
One muthafuckin' verse and already it’s a classic |
Killer Mike, nigga! |
Don’t you be looking at me crazy like ya want to |
The game is over K.B. |
baby won’t you |
Just quit the contemplating 'cause |
I’ll box you in your muthafuckin' mouth |
Don’t you be looking at me crazy like ya want to |
The game is over K.B. |
baby won’t you |
Just quit the contemplating 'cause |
I’ll box you in your muthafuckin' mouth |
My Cadillac got that boom, boom in it, listen to it drop |
Like cereal in your breakfast bowl just jumpin' off the top |
A nigga don’t stop for squares or octagons prepare |
I’m not the one you scared, the Piccolo Pimp done set up shop |
Nigga you pop lock, for pop rocks, but I’m only poppin tweeters |
And woofers and pussies be blowing purple wit' my feet up |
I’mma eat up anybody who tests this, I’m blessed wit' |
Super human powers, poke your chest in, the next of kin |
Gone be the first one like some Mexicans to buck |
Nigga you stuck like a truck in red dirt, you’s in church |
And I’m the deacon speakin' while ya tweakin' |
The preacher preachin', reachin', teachin' speakin', being, breathin' |
You’re not, your clock stop, and now you’re laying in a pretty box |
And now pastor is only talking 'bout the pretty parts of your life |
Your brother fuckin' your damn wife |
You look for the pearly white gates, but you realize your fate |
It’s too late, cause you hate, you hate |
It’s too late, cause you hate |
Punk pussy ass bitch, game over, who want some?! |
Don’t you be looking at me crazy like ya want to |
The game is over k.b. |
baby won’t you |
Just quit the contemplating 'cause |
I’ll box you in your muthafuckin' mouth |
Don’t you be looking at me crazy like ya want to |
The game is over k.b. |
baby won’t you |
Just quit the contemplating 'cause |
I’ll box you in your muthafuckin' mouth |
Roll my blunts thick, like I like my bitch |
Lick my blunts and spit, like she do my dick |
Attempted murder dick, for ways I choke chicks |
Spit it in her eye make it hard to focus |
Killer Mike gonna calm down, things gonna get a little crazy |
Ol' girl might yell rape G, you might as well give her a throat baby |
Goop goobler, goop gravy, no dicking her down to the ground |
Now you doing the Dirty South, know what I’m talkin' about |
Big Boi, my mentor, hear what you hollering about |
But fuck that, I’m looking for love all in her mouth |
Need her to gobble up jism, like school lunches |
Need her to take cat beatings and throw punches |
Like a swarm of locusts, no hocus-pocus |
You wanna approach us, buzzards and vultures |
We two of the dopest mic controllers |
Stack big bank, honey folders |
Even wit' rollers, I’m trying to told ya |
Even loving, lavish, ladies, leaving, landmarks |
Of Lemon-lime, lip gloss on your lavender lapels |
Leaping lizards, keep me slizzard, my mind’s expanding |
Readily rappin' and snappin', snappin' and trappin' |
That’s just what’s happening |
Don’t you be looking at me crazy like ya want to |
The game is over k.b. |
baby won’t you |
Just quit the contemplating 'cause |
I’ll box you in your muthafuckin' mouth |
Don’t you be looking at me crazy like ya want to |
The game is over k.b. |
baby won’t you |
Just quit the contemplating 'cause |
I’ll box you in your muthafuckin' mouth |
A whey you want come dis |
When you know you nuh fit |
You better move you bombo |
Before me start trip |
Nuff a them a talk OutKast |
Nuff a them a trip |
Nuff a them come in like a bitch |
Whey wear slip |
A J-Sweet me name an' me already Chris |
A OutKast me spar wid |
So boy nuh try dis |
If you dis boy shot knaw go miss |
Gun shot a go teck you just like fits |
Boy hear me song an' thought a remix |
Brand new tune platinum hits |
We nah gon' run and switch like no bitch |
OutKast, J-Sweet, Killer Mike |