Boyz On The TRAQ (Extended)

[Intro: Shotgun Willy]
Pull up to the party in a white shirt and diapers
Girl spilt drinks on my shoes but I like her
Headed home, use a windshield wiper
Tell her I’m not Peter but I might wanna pipe her

[Bridge: Frozone (Samuel L. Jackson)]
Honey? (What?)
Where’s my super suit? (What?)
Where. Is. My super suit?

[Chorus: TRAQULA]
Give it up now, give it up now
Give it up for the Boyz On The TRAQ like
Give it up now, give it up now
Give it up for the Boyz On The TRAQ
Give it up now, give it up now
Give it up for the Boyz On The TRAQ like
Givе it up now, give it up now
Give it up for the Boyz On Thе TRAQ

[Verse 1: TRAQULA]
I’m a grower not a shower
But your bitch has a [?]
I be gassin’ on the bitch like I be rollin’ tacoma
I be rollin’ with your baby, go ahead grab the stroller
Y’all be startin’ in the race but when I finish it’s over
You can catch me at the Wood Five, bustin’ all the tables
Locked up in the spot like a horse in a stable
On a constant rotation on the daily shit
Wouldn’t do this shit, if they didn’t wanna pay me shit
But it’s a job and I’m not a fuckin' heart throb
Ugly motherfucker but my music is art dawg
Hatin’ on me
“What’s up with my album?”
Well this shit is in progress
But by the time you hear it, it be out ready droppin’
Tryna live life and I won’t ever be stoppin’
And by the time I’m 35 I’m runnin’ for office
Every single move I do is like a game of chess boy
I’m a fucking king, and you a fucking desk toy
Stop
You ain’t even ready for the TRAQ
TRAQULA back in this shit
And TRAQULA back in your bitch, damn
Showin’ no mercy to a punk ass
When this girl on my dick, yo I must pass
Going harder than it was just to graduate
Lookin’ for a girl who wanna go infatuate
Don’t understand? Grab a dictionary
You can’t understand that shit and say it’s arbitrary
Got five-o-eight subs at the time
Only 99 played my last track but that shit fine
Going back to the future and call me Marty Mc-
Fly
And all the bitches they be on my dick
Like I’m Indiana Jones, I be whippin’
But I’m whippin’ them eyes
The Model MPV, ‘03
Got my name on my wall ‘case I fo-get
That my real name Joaquin, oh shit!
I’m the number one man in my room
Even when my room, full of homies, I just goin’ zoom
Like a dumb bitch, soundin’ stupid
One day I’ll be dumb rich
Like cupid
Shootin’ for a bad bitch
Livin’ on a rich hill
Call me Rich Hill
Hollywood Hill
Livin’ like I never sit still
Always makin’ moves
Never ever ever gonna cease
It’s a motherfuckin’ fact: I’m a beast

[Chorus: TRAQULA]
Give it up now, give it up now
Give it up for the Boyz On The TRAQ like
Give it up now, give it up now
Give it up for the Boyz On The TRAQ
Give it up now, give it up now
Give it up for the Boyz On The TRAQ like
Give it up now, give it up now (Yuh)
Give it up for the Boyz On The TRAQ (Yuh, aye)

[Verse 2: Ramsteez]
Roll so much trees, I could run a fuckin' garden
Drop in unexpected you can catch me bombardin'
Hiroshima is not gon' stop me
Bringin' the heat like Italian salami
Wordplay like, oh my god
Crosswords like, a croissant
No matter the type I gotta bring the sauce
911, come get your boy
Mind over matter, like it's mind over bitches
Keep a head in the suitcase and mind your fuckin' business
Me? Look, I don't really need a witness
Every time we get it started, bitch I get to spittin'
Freestyle wigga, somebody call the minister
Be so ill, somebody call the sinister
Motherfuckin' doctor, Dr. Dre!
It's like [?] booth, aye?
No Canadian, even know I'm makin' bacon and
Everybody lookin' like: "Damn, who you shakin' kid?"
I, in the, two illest, [?] the one
It was the loudest in the building
You feel it, every time I get to steppin'
Everybody lookin' like who corrected
I do this so often, feelin' so lawless
Everybody lookin' like man he so flawless
Flow so wet, prolly swim with the dolphins
Everybody lookin' like man is a [?]
Stabbin', gabbin', a thing, what you having?
Everybody lookin' like damn it's some magic
Me? Catch me flyer than Aladdin
On a carpet with my Jasmine, just spazzin'
And then, she gettin' lit
I'm with this bich and she lick the dick
Then she show me tits I'm like EUghrOGnfeEaeaaa girl
Matter of fact, is ya tits is thicc
Just a kid who's often kiddin' around
Everybody lookin' like man it's on a different sound
It's me and TRAQ and we hit is all back
And everybody lookin' like yo this shit is crack
It's so addictive, what is you spittin?
Bitch, you know I make the heat in the kitchen
What's your percentage? 100 nigga
Everybody lookin' like what's your vendictive
Uh, call me Judge Ramsteez
Whatever I do and I can be (haha)

[Chorus, TRAQULA]
Give it up now, give it up now
Give it up for the Boyz On The TRAQ like
Give it up now, give it up now
Give it up for the Boyz On The TRAQ
Give it up now, give it up now
Give it up for the Boyz On The TRAQ like
Give it up now, give it up now (Aye, yuh)
Give it up for the Boyz On The TRAQ (Aye, it's Yung Cheese)

[Verse 3: Shotgun Willy]
I’m posted up, I watch a movie ‘bout Bob Saget
Bitch is mad, I called the boyfriend a fuckin’ faggot
No habla ingles only speakin’ fucking Spanish
Dick inside a ceiling fan and now I start to fuckin’ panic
Go and ask a bitch if she a hoe or a housewife
You already know the answer, it ain’t comin’ out right
If you ask me, I sucked that hoe in her highlight
Oh they offended, 'nother line I gotta rewrite
Ask a bitch boy, what he doin? No he chokin’ up
Pull up when I move, and got a lot of people showing love
Hit me on twitter ‘cause she see that I’ve been blowin’ up
Half my city follows me and I don’t even know the fucks
I don’t even know the fucks (ha, ha)
I don’t even know the fucks (ha, ha)
I don’t even know the fucks (ha, ha)
I don’t even know the fucks (ha, ha)
Pull up to the party in a white shirt and diapers
Girl spilt drinks on my shoes but I like her
Headed home, use a windshield wiper
Tell her I’m not Peter but I might wanna pipe her
Uh, so I turn on the TV
Uh, put on a dick beanie (that’s a condom)
Shit get’s real freaky
Uh, I use my third pinky
Sit back, watch Orange is the new Black
While that thicc bitch gon’ suck on my nut sack
Fun fact, Yung Cheese, he got the best raps
VidCon stuffed a mac inside my backpack
Run past, ‘cause the cops for sure won’t like that
Run fast, canine is comin’ for my ass
Quick cash, now my hands in tied behind my back
It’s okay ‘cause the cop, she had a nice rack
And… I been drinkin’ lean, like, what?
Eatin’ kid cuisine like, who?
You been smokin’ weed like, what?
Yo girl fuck the team like, ew
Aye, whip out my small pecker
Talk shit, get jumped like it’s checkers
Commit crimes but don’t got a record
Curbstomp a bitch in my Skechers

[Chorus: TRAQULA & Shotgun Willy]
Give it up now, give it up now
Give it up for the Boyz On The TRAQ like
Give it up now, give it up now
Give it up for the Boyz On The TRAQ
Give it up now, give it up now
Give it up for the Boyz On The TRAQ like
Give it up now, give it up now
Give it up for the Boyz On The TRAQ