Trap Anthem

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 Trapicana

Take the plug, hold them up for 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

Feelin' 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 swaggin' on you

Check how I rap in the booth

I'm letting the animal loose

I'm feelin' 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 after the money

You know I came from nothing

And the bando still bunkin'

I keep the banana for monkeys

If I see 12 on the block then we runnin'

The trap is a jungle, no fumblin'

If I see fences, my nigga, I'm jumpin'

This the trap anthem

Migo, A$AP propaganda

You know that we handsome

Your pocket got cancer

Turn her wrist to a eggbeater

She a dirty dancer
We're fuckin' up that powder

Then fuck Mr. Arm & Hammer

Let's 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 whippin'

You might think I'm barbecuin'

(whippin,' whippin')






Pour an 8th, that's a dirty Fanta

That's what I call a Tropicana

Take the plug, hold them up for 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