[Chorus: Quavo]
Trappa turned rappa!
Trappa turned rappa, I'm a trappa turned rappa
Trappa turned rappa, I'm a trappa turned rappa
Trappa turned rappa
Trappa turned rappa, trappa turned rappa
Trappa turned, trappa turned rappa
Trappa turned rappa!
Trappa turned rappa, trappa turned, trappa turned rappa
Trappa turned rappa, I'm a trappa turned rappa
I'm a trappa turned rappa
Trappa turned rappa!
Trappa turned rappa, trappa turned, trappa turned rappa
Trappa turned rappa!
Trappa turned rappa, trappa turned, trappa turned rappa
Trappa turned rappa, I'm a trappa turned rappa
I'm a trappa turned rappa
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Yes I was that trappa Man
I got that white and that cabbage man (I got that cabbage man)
Yes I am a rappa, man I rock the mic and that stage man (I run the stage!)
Now I get paid, man bitches they wanna get laid man (wanna get laid!)
Used to have 50 bricks in the Escalade man
Finnessin' them tickets, my money is stashed in the ceiling (stashed in the ceiling)
We don't give a fuck about yo' feelings
Fuck nigga, might end up missin' (my indo missin)
I'm a trappa turned rappa, the story is ended
(Trappa turned rappa!)
My niggas, they keep those extensions
Step yo' foot on my vicinity (cinity)
Hundred round issue the Infinity (finity)
Yo' bitches, they wanna come work for me (work for me)
They tired of workin' at the Burger King (Burger King)
I make 'em whip up a cajun piece
Whole bag of the onions, no onion rings
Trappa turned rappa!
Trappa turned rappa, I'm a trappa turned rappa
Trappa turned rappa, I'm a trappa turned rappa
Trappa turned rappa
Trappa turned rappa, trappa turned rappa
Trappa turned, trappa turned rappa
Trappa turned rappa!
Trappa turned rappa, trappa turned, trappa turned rappa
Trappa turned rappa, I'm a trappa turned rappa
I'm a trappa turned rappa
Trappa turned rappa!
Trappa turned rappa, trappa turned, trappa turned rappa
Trappa turned rappa!
Trappa turned rappa, trappa turned, trappa turned rappa
Trappa turned rappa, I'm a trappa turned rappa
I'm a trappa turned rappa
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Yes I was that trappa Man
I got that white and that cabbage man (I got that cabbage man)
Yes I am a rappa, man I rock the mic and that stage man (I run the stage!)
Now I get paid, man bitches they wanna get laid man (wanna get laid!)
Used to have 50 bricks in the Escalade man
Finnessin' them tickets, my money is stashed in the ceiling (stashed in the ceiling)
We don't give a fuck about yo' feelings
Fuck nigga, might end up missin' (my indo missin)
I'm a trappa turned rappa, the story is ended
(Trappa turned rappa!)
My niggas, they keep those extensions
Step yo' foot on my vicinity (cinity)
Hundred round issue the Infinity (finity)
Yo' bitches, they wanna come work for me (work for me)
They tired of workin' at the Burger King (Burger King)
I make 'em whip up a cajun piece
Whole bag of the onions, no onion rings
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