DJ Durel - Look At My Dab lyrics

[Intro: Quavo] b**h dab, b**h dab b**h dab, b**h dab b**h dab, b**h dab b**h dab, b**h dab b**h dab, b**h dab Dab, dab, dab, dab, dab, dab [Hook: Quavo] Look at my dab, dab Look at my dab, b**h dab Look at my dab, b**h dab Look at my dab, b**h dab Look at my dab, b**h dab Look at my dab, b**h dab Look at my dab, b**h dab Look at my dab, b**h dab Get in there, get in there Get in there, get in there, b**h dab Get in there, get in there, b**h dab Get in there, get in there, b**h dab Get in there, get in there, b**h dab Get in there, get in there, b**h dab Get in there, get in there, b**h dab Look at my dab [Verse 1: Quavo] Look at my dab, everybody sayin' dab Trap n***as on the map, trap n***as like to dab Trap n***as in the bowl, trap n***as on the stove Trap n***as worldwide, play with the power with no eyes Dabbin' goin' in the dictionary, birds sangin' just like Mary Mary The bricks got wings like the tooth fairy, pinky ring yellow canary Touch down on the pack and I run it like Barry Migo like Ed, Edd and Eddy You mad 'bout your hoe but that's petty Spray the chopper like confetti Look at my dab, got me feelin' like I'm Fab Look at my dab, spreadin' dab across the map I'm dabbin' when I walk up in the trap I look at the pot, I'm like "get in there!" I play with the water need swimwear Look at my dab, get in there! [Hook: Quavo] Look at my dab, dab Look at my dab, b**h dab Look at my dab, b**h dab Look at my dab, b**h dab Look at my dab, b**h dab Look at my dab, b**h dab Look at my dab, b**h dab Look at my dab, b**h dab Get in there, get in there Get in there, get in there, b**h dab Get in there, get in there, b**h dab Get in there, get in there, b**h dab Get in there, get in there, b**h dab Get in there, get in there, b**h dab Get in there, get in there, b**h dab Look at my dab [Verse 2: Takeoff] Get in there, get in there Got me dabbin', Yung Rich Nation gear Lookin' like I'm not from around here Young n***a dabbin' out the atmosphere You n***as still sayin' swag My n***as switched it up we call it dab Step out with a light dab I call it a jab Michael Jordan I'm perfecting my craft No money counter, count it up with my hands Young n***a, I can show you how to do math Sippin' on drank, I pour up some muddy My n***a not tryin' to remember my past Don't come to my hood if you ain't got a pa** Eat up the dab like linguini and crab Mr. McMahon, I fire you and your staff Watchin' you n***as dabbin' made me laugh Dabbin' is a way of fashion, touchdown like I'm Takeoff McFadden Call a play like I'm Takeoff John Madden Should get a platinum plaque from all this dabbin' You n***as should get a Grammy, the way you actin' Enough of that swag I put it in a casket Look at my dab, yo b**h droppin' her panties I feel fantastic, immaculate dabbin' Stay off my gra**, call me Takeoff Stanley [Hook: Quavo] Look at my dab, dab Look at my dab, b**h dab Look at my dab, b**h dab Look at my dab, b**h dab Look at my dab, b**h dab Look at my dab, b**h dab Look at my dab, b**h dab Look at my dab, b**h dab Get in there, get in there Get in there, get in there, b**h dab Get in there, get in there, b**h dab Get in there, get in there, b**h dab Get in there, get in there, b**h dab Get in there, get in there, b**h dab Get in there, get in there, b**h dab Look at my dab [Outro: Takeoff] So now n***as dabbin' Before it was swaggin' n***a thinkin' that it's just a dance When dabbin' is a way of fashion See I'm tryin' to teach y'all the rules and regulations Cause there's a lot of n***as out here perpetrating No temptations, Migos sensation Seen a lot of faces, why not make a Young Rich Nation