(Intro)
Migo!
A$AP, A$AP!
Woo! pull up, pull up
Cozy Boys, pull up, pull up
(Chorus – Quavo & A$AP Ferg)
Pour an 8th, that’s a dirty Fanta
That’s what I call a Tropicana
Take the blow, hold them at ransom
That’s what I call a trap anthem
This is the real trap anthem
F**k a bad bi**h in a Phantom
F**k a rich bi**h in the bathroom
Eyy, this is the real trap anthem
(Verse 1 – A$AP Ferg)
Swagging on these hoes
Leave these bi**hes with the dogs
All my ni**as in the room
And we finna f**k them all
Bout to hit a Marty Baller
Tell these bi**hes to bring the sauce
Pockets fat, Ricky Ross
Feeling like I am the boss
Yeah I’m driving the Porsche
I could be flying a coupe
I could be flying the Honda
Ni**a I’m swagging on you
Check how I rap in the booth
I’m letting the animal loose
I’m feeling like I’m the ni**a that could kill it
Just don’t let it happen to you
(Verse 2 – Quavo & Takeoff)
I’m been in and out of the country
I’ve been chasing all the money
You know I came from nothing
And the bando still bunking
I keep the banana for monkeys
If I see 12 on the block then we running
The trap is a jungle, no fumbling
If I see fences, my ni**a, I’m jumping
This the trap anthem
Migo’s, A$AP propaganda
You know we handsome
Your pocket got cancer
Turn the Ritz to Airbnb
She a dirty dancer
We’re f**king up that powder
Then f**k Mr. Arm & Hammer
Then make a movie
My ni**a pulling up with Uzi’s
So don’t pursue me
I got more gold than Shaka Zulu
You cannot sue me
I pay my lawyer, he a Jew-y
They try to chew me
That balling ni**a tried to do me
Said I influence, the children listen to my music
I told em prove it
Told me some s**t and I refuse it
I’m in the kitchen whipping
You might think I’m barbecuing
Whipping, whipping
(Repeat Chorus)
