Migos!
(ASAP) ASAP!
Woop! (pull up, pull up)
Cozy Boyz (pull up, pull up)
Pour an 8th, that's a dirty Fanta
That's what I call a Tropicana
Take a plug, hold him up for ransom
That's what I call a trap anthem.
This is the real trap anthem,
Fuck a bad bitch in the Phantom
Fuck a rich bitch in the bathroom
Aye, this is the real trap anthem
Swaggin on these hoes
Leave these bitches with the dogs
All my niggas in the room
And we finna fuck 'em all
Bout to hit the Marty Baller
Tell the the nigga bring the sauce
Pockets fat Ricky Ross
Feeling like I am the boss
Yeah I flyin a Porsche
I could be flying a hoop
I could be flying a Honda,
Nigga I'm swaggin on you
Check how I rap in the booth
I'm letting the animal loose
I'm feeling like I am the nigga could kill it, just don't let it happen to you
I've been in and out the country
I've been chasing after money
You know that I came from nothing
In the bando still blankin
I keep the banana from monkeys
If I see 12 on the block then we running
The trap is a jungle no fumbling
If I see fists at my nigga I'm jumpin
This a trap anthem
Migos ASAP propaganda
You know that we handsome
Your pocket got cancer
Turn her wrist to an eggbeater, she a dirty dancer
We fucking up that powder
Then Fuck Mr. Arm and Hammer
Let's make a movie
My nigga pull up with uzis
So don't pursue me
I got more gold than Shaka Zulu
You cannot sue me
I pay my lawyer, he a jewie
They try to chew me
That baller nigga try to do me
Say I influence
The children listen to my music
I told him prove it
Told me some shit and I refused it
I'm in the kitchen you might think I'm barbecuing
(Whip it, Whip it.) Man fuck cozy boys
Pour an 8th that's a dirty Fanta
That's what I call a Tropicana
Take a plug, hold him up for ransom
That's what I call a trap anthem.
This is the real trap anthem,
Fuck a bad bitch in the Phantom
Fuck a rich bitch in the bathroom
Aye, this is the real trap anthem