First I Trap, Then I Dab lyrics

by

Quavo


[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
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 n*ggas been having
Looking for a b*tch to f*ck
Gotta have ass
Yeah, she gotta have ass
She gotta have it
My n*gga, I'm strapped the f*ck up
I got that pistol tucked
Yeah, I gotta keep it on the plug, but I'm a savage

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Bounced through the trap like I'm Bugs Bunny with the carrots
Swing my doors, still serve out the cabinet
Plug n*gga, I don't do camping
.45 put him in the casket
Three b*tches got fat asses
I'm on prescription, transition glasses
Pacific dabbing, n*gga, check out my fashion
I bought the Benz and I crashed it
Plug call me Flash, the fastest
f*cked that little b*tch with a Magnum
Send me the skrt, I'ma pass it
I f*cked that little b*tch like a savage
Shoot good, aim, n*gga, accurate
I make the pack do backflips
I f*cked that little b*tch 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, n*gga shoot off the rip
Just bought a pint, n*gga, through a zip
So fine, n*gga, you equipped
Construction worker, look what I built
I'm working my wrist like the windmill
Four Xans, six Percs, ten pills
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
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 n*ggas been having
Looking for a b*tch to f*ck
Gotta have ass
Yeah, she gotta have ass
She gotta have it
My n*gga, I'm strapped the f*ck up
I got that pistol tucked
Yeah, I gotta keep it on the plug, but I'm a savage

[Verse 2: Mango Foo]
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 n*ggas serving crack like the eighties
Most of my clientele, they be Caucasian
Call up my shooters, they with them Haitians
[Verse 3: Skippa Da Flippa]
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 f*ck 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

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
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 n*ggas been having
Looking for a b*tch to f*ck
Gotta have ass
Yeah, she gotta have ass
She gotta have it
My n*gga, I'm strapped the f*ck up
I got that pistol tucked
Yeah, I gotta keep it on the plug, but I'm a savage
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