Trapanese (Extended Version) lyrics

[Intro]
It’s Seiji baby
I have a long scope
Look like a di*k on my Glock

[Verse 1: lil ricefield]
Got that chop, got that stick, b*tch, I'm trapanese
Ramen noodles on my di*k when I’m clapping cheeks
Going stupid in the whip ‘cause I cannot see
Tryna bring your dog, then you better bring that cutlery
Getting to the chips, hunnids blue, like Doraemon
Nice guy, but I spit flames like I’m Iroh
Talking out your neck, I bring the drum, taiko
Lames get to speaking
Then what’s up b*tch? Ohaiyo! (Ohaiyo)
I'm a f*cking shogun
Fronting in my face opposition, let me roll one
Always get the A-plus, b*tch, I need more huns
One less dog at the pound ‘cause I stole one
Man these suckas wanna test, but I’m Asian, so I pass
b*tch I'm running up a check, I ain’t never skipping class
If you talking out your neck, on my momma, it’s a lash
If I become doctor, I ain’t saving your hoe ass (You doctor yet?)

[Verse 2: seiji oda]
Aye, why your eyes like that?
Ain’t no molly in my lean, b*tch, I squint ‘cause I’m a Jap
Visor bucket on my face, I don’t f*ck with fitted caps
All this money that I make, keep it hidden in a stack in my mattress
Add it like a master, math kid
Skinny long slick mustache like a catfish
Finna go Godzilla we gon' smash sh*t
Lil ricefield f*ck with big rice patty, we active
[Verse 3: lil ricefield]
She a hourglass, like the village of the sand
Made a b*tch fall in love, now she tryna hold my hand
I ain’t trippin' off these thots, all I’m thinking 'bout is bands
On some Caitlyn Jenner sh*t, b*tch, I’m feeling like the man
Dirty comin’ out yo mouth, b*tch, it’s good we go toe to toe
Dirty snow bunny, b*tch, you lookin’ like Post Malone
Congratulations, you won gold for the brokest hoe
I’m getting the guap, pockets fat like Totoro
f*ck a b*tch in sleep, then I cut, like I’m killer bee
Made her hella mad, you can bet she’s still into me
On my A game, I get killed if I get a B
Want the sushi roll, nah, b*tch, you can’t get the D
Shawty think I love her but I’m on to the next
Now she tellin’ big tales, tyrannosaurus rex
That hoe be textin’ me she just askin’ me for sex so I f*ck her from behind like a thousand years of death (Thousand years of death)

[Bridge: lil ricefield]
Like a thousand years of death
Thousand years of death
It’s Seiji baby

[Outro: seiji oda]
f*ck a b*tch in Japan, you can hear it in the Bay
Then your boy disappear, like Spirited Away
Know I f*ck with you though if you feelin' what I say
But if not, you can suck what's near to my waist