Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song First I Trap Then I Dab, artist - HoodRich Pablo Juan. Album song Designer Drugz 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hoodrich, MONY POWR RSPT
Song language: English
First I Trap Then I Dab |
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 |