Lyrics TRAP ANTHEM - Migos , A$AP Ferg

Migo!
A$AP, A$AP!
Woo! pull up, pull up
Cozy Boys, pull up, pull up

Pour an 8th, that's a dirty Fanta
That's what I call a Tropicana
Take the blow, hold them at ransom
That's what I call a trap anthem
This is the real trap anthem
Fuck a bad bitch in a Phantom
Fuck a rich bitch in the bathroom
Eyy, this is the real trap anthem

Swagging on these hoes
Leave these bitches with the dogs
All my niggas in the room
And we finna fuck them all
Bout to hit a Marty Baller
Tell these bitches to bring the sauce
Pockets fat, Ricky Ross
Feeling like I am the boss
Yeah I'm driving the Porsche
I could be flying a coupe
I could be flying the Honda
Nigga I'm swagging on you
Check how I rap in the booth
I'm letting the animal loose
I'm feeling like I'm the nigga that could kill it
Just don't let it happen to you

I'm been in and out of the country
I've been chasing all the money
You know I came from nothing
And the bando still bunking
I keep the banana for monkeys
If I see 12 on the block then we running
The trap is a jungle, no fumbling
If I see fences, my nigga, I'm jumping
This the trap anthem
Migo's, A$AP propaganda
You know we handsome
Your pocket got cancer
Turn the Ritz to Airbnb
She a dirty dancer
We're fucking up that powder
Then fuck Mr. Arm & Hammer
Then make a movie
My nigga pulling up with Uzi's
So don't pursue me
I got more gold than Shaka Zulu
You cannot sue me
I pay my lawyer, he a Jew-y
They try to chew me
That balling nigga tried to do me
Said I influence, the children listen to my music
I told em prove it
Told me some shit and I refuse it
I'm in the kitchen whipping
You might think I'm barbecuing
Whipping, whipping.