Quavo - Trap Dab 2 (Intro) lyrics

[Verse 1: Quavo] I don't really f** with n***as, and I don't really f** with b**hes f** the fame, I want the riches I turned myself to a young Diddy Young rich n***as 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 n***a, you better be patient My diamonds ancient Walk on the North and they banging Trap out the bando, we slanging You n***as 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 b**h 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 [Verse 2: Jose Guapo] 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 f**, I got tats on my face Money to blow and got money to waste Money to count and got money to make Young rich n***a, put a stack on my plate Go back and forth and we never debate Now she wanna f** and I told her too late Most of these n***as be fake or two faced You try one of my n***as, get shot in your face [Verse 3: 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 were in them forces Rich n***a, I'ma buy the b**h 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 dope in her an*s I got the paper, way too many pages You n***as just wanna be famous Your b**h, 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 [Verse 4: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Shoot at these acting n***as, Tyler Perry Go to Dallas to Houston like I'm Jason Terry My lil n***a gone drive them bricks to the mayor Dirty Harry, n***a shoot like the sheriff Twenty choppers with banana clips I declare n***a 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 [Verse 5: Skippa Da Flippa] 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 n***as, 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 p**y like I'm Kendrick Perkins She bad and suspicious, but which one she working [Verse 6: Lil Duke] 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 b**hes 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 n***a 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 b**h 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 sh** I'ma young boss and ain't going out like Mitch