Jose Guapo - 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 want 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] 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 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**, then 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 wearing them forces Rich n***a, I'ma buy the b**h 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 an*s I got the paper with too many pages You n***as just wanna be famous Your b**h, she'll 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 are they mad [Verse 4: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Shoot at these acting n***as, Tyler Perry Taliban Go to Dallas to Houston like I'm Jason Terry [?] Damn, my lil n***a gone drive them bricks to the mayor Harry n***a shoot like the sheriff Twenty choppers with banana clips I declare n***a 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 [Verse 5: Skippa Da Flippa] 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 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 Slaying 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 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 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 sipping lean out 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 a award for dab of the year I cannot see it, you are nowhere near Talking about beefing, you riding your sh** I'ma young boss, ain't going out like Mitch