Lyrics

Kool A.D., Kool A.D., Kool A.D., Kool A.D Best rapper in the world Hundred dollar freestyle, you know you love it bitch Come on, I think you must understand right now how beautiful this all is Trap shit, trap trap trap trap trap Oh my fuckin' God it's (trap trap trap trap trap) mo' trap Trappin in the whipper Trappin with a stripper on the strip Trappin in a fuckin' jacket in the winter Trappin fresh salmon at the river Trappin' real steak feelin' great Trappin so fuckin' crazy I feel like so fuckin' insane You go insane Everybody at the fuckin' club better go insane I don't feel nothin' anymore like Novocaine Shot of Kurt Cobain's three six Shot up [?] glory Cat to the bag of the potpourri and the curry wonton, take you out with the old-school fake out Real trap shit, real trap shit Shout out [?], real trap shit Shout out West Oakland, mayne, real trap shit Shout out Hunter's point, real nigga shit If you feel us, nigga, then you feel how we get Sometimes with the dumb rhymes that I spit I know I blow so mo funky shit Hip hop you don't stop rockin' with the shit To the boogy to the boogy the bang bang boogy the boo- boogy the beat you see me G-O-D, Kool A.D Un-fuck-withable, untouchable Non-rush-able, spot like [?] replacement, consulting Shout out to Bolton street Shit, I'm in the pulpit again just as every other moment of my life is Nice with the dice plus I'm aight with the knife, too [?] trap shit I don't even gotta try to like you Act like you know when you see a fuckin' player in the high view Ah, Kool A.D., the fuckin' mayor, never you coulda ever ever ever seen the player in full view Rinse off your sensory equipment Language is the nature of existence Listen to my major inhibitions get lifted Young wiz kid with the gifted listlessness Hall of mirrors style, fuck with it Get lost in the labyrinthical The highly rinsed off, uh, pissed of style Uh, trap trap trap trap trap Real trap shit Trap, trap, trap, nigga, real trap shit West Oakland, bitch (bitch, bitch, bitch)