Trap Dab 2 (Intro)

作词 : Quavo/Jose Guapo/Rich The Kid/Hoodrich Pablo Juan/Skippa Da Flippa/Lil Duke

作曲 : Quavo

编曲 : Quavo

I don't really fucc with nıggas, and I don't really fucc with bıtches

Fucc the fame, I want the riches

I turned myself to a young Diddy

Young rich nıggas in the building

Yung Rich Nation, is you with it?

Yung Rich Nation, is you with us?

Chopper gon' turn you to lettuce

Just wait on it nıgga, you better be patient

My diamonds ancient

Walk on the Nawf and they banging

Trap out the bando, we slanging

You nıggas should go to the medical

You put your hoes up on a pedestal

They cuffing 'em, arresting 'em

I smash 'em, I get the best of 'em

Dreams I woke up in Raris

And now I'm swerving in the lanes in 'em

With fifty chains and bad bıtch

And she say that she wantin' my purple pickle

Oh, my diamonds like Skittles

Green diamonds like the Riddler

Fifty bricks in the Fisker

Keep a shooter, Derek Fisher

I keep a shooter with a semi

Pull up trapping out the Bentley

He got the birds, and he got the pigeons

Out in Dallas moving Dirk Nowitzki

We set the hood on fire, moving that base

We want them cookies, we fly to the bay

You come around us and you watch what you say

We pop us a seal and we pour out the pint

I don't give a fucc, I got tats on my face

Money to blow and got money to waste

Money to count and got money to make

Young rich nıgga, put a stack on my plate

Go back and forth and we never debate

Now she wanna fucc and I told her too late

Most of these nıggas be fake or two faced

You try one of my nıggas, get shot in your face

I just touched down from LA

The cookies I smoke from the bay

They saying I'm very important

Don't see me if you were in them forces

Rich nıgga, I'ma buy the bıtch some red bottoms

If the Rollie tick tock then you got a problem

F&N, point blank range, headshot 'em

You ain't seen 'em on the block then the feds got 'em

You touching my coke then that's dangerous

She got the dopǝ in her anus

I got the paper, way too many pages

You nıggas just wanna be famous

Your bıtch, she a ride like Six Flags

Stand on the block, I'm still trapping the gas

Walking around with a whole lot of cash

Still asking them why is they mad

Shoot at these acting nıggas, Tyler Perry

Go to Dallas to Houston like I'm Jason Terry

My lil nıgga gone drive them bricks to the mayor

Dirty Harry, nıgga shoot like the sheriff

Twenty choppers with banana clips

I declare nıgga guerrilla warfare

I put them bales in the air

I'm in LA like Fresh Prince of Bel-Air

Ed Pryor they rare

This ain't Beverly, this Moncler

Went Louboutin shopping, spent brick fare

Key to the city, got 10 pair

Plug just sent me ten thousand xans

Came in a teddy bear

Hit me a lick and went to Africa to go get diamonds like Sincere

Dab Flippa daddy, trap out the Caddy

If you need the skirts then just send the addy

I got three accountants, they do the adding

Thin mint my cookie, don't do the mountain

Migo mansion came with a golf course

Porsche truck came with good suspension

Throw the judge a bankroll to trim down the sentence

And if he was shooter you'd know he's no witness

So much gold, think that I was from Egypt

Me and Benji best friends, you know that I need him

Free all my nıggas, don't play with your freedom

Fifteen hundred cash for the first one that beats us

Stop drop and pop, you think I'm Kyrie Irving

Me and Takeoff popping seals like they virgin

Slam dunk the pussʎ like I'm Kendrick Perkins

She bad and suspicious, but which one she working

I'm from Atlanta

We're toting them hammers, Amanda

Pour up a 4 right inside of a Fanta

I got them keys to the city, no janitor

Never been, but I got bıtches in Canada

Running around the city like a damn animal

Go out in public, they pull out the camera

Pull up and hop out, they staring

Young nıgga fresh out that brand new McLaren

We sip that lean, not no beer

Pop a Percocet and hop on the leer

I am Lil Duke, and lil bıtch it's my year

Hop in the two seater, I'm switching gears

Should be awarded for dab of the year

I cannot see it, you are nowhere near

Talking about beefing, I'm riding your shıt

I'ma young boss and ain't going out like Mitch