Migos Trap Dab 2 Lyrics


I don’t really fuck with niggas, and I don’t really fuck with bitches

Fuck the fame, I want the riches

I turned myself to a young Diddy

Young rich niggas 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 nigga, you better be patient

My diamonds ancient

Walk on the North and they banging

Trap out the bando, we slanging

You niggas 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 bitch, and she say that she want my purple pickle

Oh, my diamonds like Skittles

Green diamonds like the Riddler

Fifty bricks in the Fisker

Keep a shooter Derek Fisher

[Jose Guapo:]

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 take the hood on if I’m 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 fuck, I got tats on my face

Money to blow and got money to waste

Money to count and got money to make

Young rich nigga, put a stack on my plate

Go back and forth and we never debate

Now she wanna fuck, then I told her “too late’

Most of these niggas be fake or two faced

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

[Rich The Kid:]

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 wearing them forces

Rich nigga, I’m a buy the bitch some red bottoms

If the Rollie tick tock then you ain’t got a problem

F&N, point blank range headshot

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

You touching my coke, and that’s dangerous

She got the dope in her anus

I got the paper with too many pages

You niggas just wanna be famous

Your bitch, she’ll ride like Six Flags

Stand on the block, I’m still trappin’ the gas

Walking around with a whole lot of cash

Still asking them why are they mad

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]

Shoot at these acting niggas, Tyler Perry Taliban

Go to Dallas to Houston like I’m Jason Terry [?]

Damn, my lil nigga gone drive them bricks to the mayor

Harry nigga shoot like the sheriff

Twenty choppers with banana clips

I declare nigga guerilla warfare

I put the bells 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

[Skippa Da Flippa:]


Dab Flippa daddy, trap out the Caddy, if you need the skrrts then just send the address

I got three accountants, they do the adding

Fill in my cookie dough, don’t do the [?]

Migo mansion came with a golf course, Porsche truck came with good suspension

Throw the judge a bankroll to trim down the city, if he was shooter you’d know it’s no witness

So much gold, think that I was from Egypt

Me and Benji best friends, you know that I need ’em

Free all my niggas, 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

Slaying the pussy like I’m Kendrick Perkins

She bad and suspicious but which one she working

[Lil Duke:]

I’m from Atlanta

We toting them hammers, addendum

Pour up a 4 right inside of a Fanta

I got the keys to the city, no janitor

Never been, but I got bitches in Canada

Running around the city like a damn animal

Go out in public, they pull out the camera

Pull up and hop out the [?]

Young nigga fresh out that brand new McLaren

We sipping lean out no beer

Pop a Percocet and hop on the leer

I am Lil Duke, and lil bitch it’s my year

Hop in the two seater, I’m switching gears

Should be a award for dab of the year

I cannot see it, you are nowhere near

Talking about beefing, you riding your shit

I’m a young boss, ain’t going out like Mitch