A$AP Ferg - Trap Anthem lyrics

[Intro] Migo! (A$AP) A$AP! Woo! (pull up, pull up) Cozy Boys (pull up, pull up) [Chorus: Quavo & A$AP Ferg] Pour an 8th, that's a dirty Fanta That's what I call a Tropicana Take the blow, hold them at ransom That's what I call a trap anthem This is the real trap anthem f** a bad b**h in a Phantom f** a rich b**h in the bathroom Eyy, this is the real trap anthem [Verse 1: A$AP Ferg] Swagging on these hoes Leave these b**hes with the dogs All my n***as in the room And we finna f** them all Bout to hit a Marty Baller Tell these b**hes 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 n***a 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 n***a that could k** it Just don't let it happen to you [Verse 2: Quavo & Takeoff] 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 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 n***a, I'm jumpin' 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 f**in' up that powder Then f** Mr. Arm & Hammer Then make a movie My n***a 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 n***a tried to do me Said I influence, the children listen to my music I told 'em prove it Told me some sh** and I refuse it I'm in the kitchen whippin' You might think I'm barbecuin' (whippin,' whippin')