Jose Guapo I D Rather Be Lyrics
I'd Rather Be by Jose Guapo
[Chorus: Johnny Sinco]
I'm in the trap, I'd rather be
Young nigga I got the recipe
I'm in the trap cause I'd rather be
Stayed on the grind to better me
Run up my money, no helpin' me
Walk through the door, they helpin' me
They treatin' me like a celebrity
Run up my racks, I'd rather be
I'm in the trap, I'd rather be
Run up the sack, I'd rather be
I cook a brick for a extra fee
I fucked a bitch with no extra free
They treatin' me like a celebrity
I'm in the trap, I'd rather be
Go get the sack, I'd rather be
[Verse 1: Jose Guapo]
Yeah, they treatin' me like a celebrity (Celebrity)
I'm tryna count a hundred thou a week (Hundred thou)
I'm tryna blow this shit out on me (All on me)
Young nigga got the whole recipe (The recipe)
Just did a show out in Tennessee (In Tennessee)
I get my jewelry out of icebox (Icebox)
Pull up on your hoe in a droptop (Skrrr)
A nigga be drippin' like a raindrop (Drip)
Gucci head to toe, can I get the socks? (Socks)
Leave from the club, she wanna lip lock (She wanna lip lock)
I just fucked a hoe in some flip flops (Flip flops)
Audemar two-tone wrist watch (Two-tone)
Big racks, call a nigga big Guap (Big Guap)
Bad hoe, they'll take you off for me (Off for me)
Bad hoes, they take it off for me (Get naked)
We hit the trap (Trap)
Just to go and tourin' the map (We tourin' the map)
You dorks don't get any dap (Dorks)
Chopper go off [?] Nolia (Brrra)
I'm in the Nolia lookin' for soldiers (The Nolia)
[?] hold on just like [?] ([?])
Walk with the shit, I thought that I told ya ([?])
I'm in this bitch with Spiffy Global (Spiffy word up)
[Chorus: Johnny Sinco]
I'm in the trap, I'd rather be
Young nigga I got the recipe
I'm in the trap cause I'd rather be
Stayed on the grind to better me
Run up my money, no helpin' me
Walk through the door, they helpin' me
They treatin' me like a celebrity
Run up my racks, I'd rather be
I'm in the trap, I'd rather be
Run up the sack, I'd rather be
I cook a brick for a extra fee
I fucked a bitch with no extra free
They treatin' me like a celebrity
I'm in the trap, I'd rather be
Go get the sack, I'd rather be
[Verse 2: Jose Guapo]
Uh, yeah, know I'ma pop it, cause I [?] (Pop it, pop it)
Yeah, keep one in the head, I don't gotta cock it (Keep one in the head)
Just like Lil Baby, I got them racks in all four pockets (Four [?])
I'm on the news on the TV because they be watchin' (CNN)
Yeah, know we gon' ball out of profit (Profit)
Nigga be hantin', can't stop it (Can't stop it)
Rollin' up Backwoods with Broccoli (Broccoli)
I'm on your bitch ass (Ass)
She on my ass too (She on my ass too)
But I can't save her (But I can't save her)
Cause I heard she ran through (And I heard she ran through)
And I got them bands too (Yeah I got them bands too)
[?] Vans too ([?] Vans too)
I boss up my fans too (Boss my fans)
Yeah I boss up my mans too (Yeah I boss my mans)
Go spend a dub right on a pinky ring (Dub)
Doin' the dash whenever I leave the scene (Skrrr)
I wash my jewelry out with that Listerene
I sip lean, no I don't sip [?] (No that)
[Chorus: Johnny Sinco]
I'm in the trap, I'd rather be
Young nigga I got the recipe
I'm in the trap cause I'd rather be
Stayed on the grind to better me
Run up my money, no helpin' me
Walk through the door, they helpin' me
They treatin' me like a celebrity
Run up my racks, I'd rather be
I'm in the trap, I'd rather be
Run up the sack, I'd rather be
I cook a brick for a extra fee
I fucked a bitch with no extra free
They treatin' me like a celebrity
I'm in the trap, I'd rather be
Go get the sack, I'd rather be
I'm in the trap, I'd rather be
Young nigga I got the recipe
I'm in the trap cause I'd rather be
Stayed on the grind to better me
Run up my money, no helpin' me
Walk through the door, they helpin' me
They treatin' me like a celebrity
Run up my racks, I'd rather be
I'm in the trap, I'd rather be
Run up the sack, I'd rather be
I cook a brick for a extra fee
I fucked a bitch with no extra free
They treatin' me like a celebrity
I'm in the trap, I'd rather be
Go get the sack, I'd rather be
[Verse 1: Jose Guapo]
Yeah, they treatin' me like a celebrity (Celebrity)
I'm tryna count a hundred thou a week (Hundred thou)
I'm tryna blow this shit out on me (All on me)
Young nigga got the whole recipe (The recipe)
Just did a show out in Tennessee (In Tennessee)
I get my jewelry out of icebox (Icebox)
Pull up on your hoe in a droptop (Skrrr)
A nigga be drippin' like a raindrop (Drip)
Gucci head to toe, can I get the socks? (Socks)
Leave from the club, she wanna lip lock (She wanna lip lock)
I just fucked a hoe in some flip flops (Flip flops)
Audemar two-tone wrist watch (Two-tone)
Big racks, call a nigga big Guap (Big Guap)
Bad hoe, they'll take you off for me (Off for me)
Bad hoes, they take it off for me (Get naked)
We hit the trap (Trap)
Just to go and tourin' the map (We tourin' the map)
You dorks don't get any dap (Dorks)
Chopper go off [?] Nolia (Brrra)
I'm in the Nolia lookin' for soldiers (The Nolia)
[?] hold on just like [?] ([?])
Walk with the shit, I thought that I told ya ([?])
I'm in this bitch with Spiffy Global (Spiffy word up)
[Chorus: Johnny Sinco]
I'm in the trap, I'd rather be
Young nigga I got the recipe
I'm in the trap cause I'd rather be
Stayed on the grind to better me
Run up my money, no helpin' me
Walk through the door, they helpin' me
They treatin' me like a celebrity
Run up my racks, I'd rather be
I'm in the trap, I'd rather be
Run up the sack, I'd rather be
I cook a brick for a extra fee
I fucked a bitch with no extra free
They treatin' me like a celebrity
I'm in the trap, I'd rather be
Go get the sack, I'd rather be
[Verse 2: Jose Guapo]
Uh, yeah, know I'ma pop it, cause I [?] (Pop it, pop it)
Yeah, keep one in the head, I don't gotta cock it (Keep one in the head)
Just like Lil Baby, I got them racks in all four pockets (Four [?])
I'm on the news on the TV because they be watchin' (CNN)
Yeah, know we gon' ball out of profit (Profit)
Nigga be hantin', can't stop it (Can't stop it)
Rollin' up Backwoods with Broccoli (Broccoli)
I'm on your bitch ass (Ass)
She on my ass too (She on my ass too)
But I can't save her (But I can't save her)
Cause I heard she ran through (And I heard she ran through)
And I got them bands too (Yeah I got them bands too)
[?] Vans too ([?] Vans too)
I boss up my fans too (Boss my fans)
Yeah I boss up my mans too (Yeah I boss my mans)
Go spend a dub right on a pinky ring (Dub)
Doin' the dash whenever I leave the scene (Skrrr)
I wash my jewelry out with that Listerene
I sip lean, no I don't sip [?] (No that)
[Chorus: Johnny Sinco]
I'm in the trap, I'd rather be
Young nigga I got the recipe
I'm in the trap cause I'd rather be
Stayed on the grind to better me
Run up my money, no helpin' me
Walk through the door, they helpin' me
They treatin' me like a celebrity
Run up my racks, I'd rather be
I'm in the trap, I'd rather be
Run up the sack, I'd rather be
I cook a brick for a extra fee
I fucked a bitch with no extra free
They treatin' me like a celebrity
I'm in the trap, I'd rather be
Go get the sack, I'd rather be