Lyrics
First I trap, then I dab
Trap, then I dab
Trap, then dab
I’m trapping and I’m dabbing
I need a whole lot of cash
Yeah, a lot of cash
Big whole bag of cash y’all niggas been having
Looking for a bitch to fuck
Gotta have ass
Yeah, she gotta have ass
She gotta have it
My nigga, I’m strapped the fuck up
I got that pistol tucked
Yeah, I gotta keep it on the plug, but I’m a savage
Bounced through the trap like I’m Bugs Bunny with the carrots
Swing my doors, still serve out the cabinet
Plug nigga, I don’t do camping
.45 put him in the casket
Three bitches got fat asses
I’m on prescription, transition glasses
Pacific dabbing, nigga, check out my fashion
I bought the Benz and I crashed it
Plug call me Flash, the fastest
Fucked that little bitch with a Magnum
Send me the skrt, I’ma pass it
I fucked that little bitch like a savage
Shoot good, aim, nigga, accurate
I make the pack do backflips
I fucked that little bitch if she got hip
Still got the strap on my hip
I dropped off the pack, then I dip
Call your big homie, make you get dealt
Geeked up, nigga shoot off the rip
Just bought a pint, nigga, through a zip
So fine, nigga, you equipped
Construction worker, look what I built
I’m working my wrist like the windmill
Four Xans, six Percs, ten pills
First I trap, then I dab
Trap, then I dab
Trap, then dab
I’m trapping and I’m dabbing
I need a whole lot of cash
Yeah, a lot of cash
Big whole bag of cash y’all niggas been having
Looking for a bitch to fuck
Gotta have ass
Yeah, she gotta have ass
She gotta have it
My nigga, I’m strapped the fuck up
I got that pistol tucked
Yeah, I gotta keep it on the plug, but I’m a savage
I got a strap like a seatbelt
Pull up in the hood
I’m trapping, I’m serving, I’m working in the Porsche, it’s a V12
Chopper so hot, made the seat melt
No Tom Brady, pistol work out with accuracy
Pick up the work, run it up like an athlete
Walk in the trap, they treat me like your majesty
If you try to jack, it’s gon' be a casualty
No elementary, I got the babies
All my niggas serving crack like the eighties
Most of my clientele, they be Caucasian
Call up my shooters, they with them Haitians
Pour a two liter in a two-seater
Porsche truck and the Forgi Bimmer
Have a player meeting, so we eat at Cheetah
Work pack crazy, never been a reader
Body slam like Van Damme
I drink pints of drink, I can’t put it on cam
Percocets, man, I can’t fuck with the Xans
Money stack tall, I just am who I am
You check your swag and I check my dab
Heavy flow traffic like I’m just some slabs
I’m the type to buy it and then check the tab
You checking my pockets, you better know math
First I trap, then I dab
Trap, then I dab
Trap, then dab
I’m trapping and I’m dabbing
I need a whole lot of cash
Yeah, a lot of cash
Big whole bag of cash y’all niggas been having
Looking for a bitch to fuck
Gotta have ass
Yeah, she gotta have ass
She gotta have it
My nigga, I’m strapped the fuck up
I got that pistol tucked
Yeah, I gotta keep it on the plug, but I’m a savage