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