Trap Anthem Video (MV)

[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*ck a bad bitch in a Phantom
F*ck a rich bitch in the bathroom
Eyy, this is the real trap anthem

[Verse 1 - A$AP Ferg:]
Swagging on these hoes
Leave these bitches with the dogs
All my niggas in the room
And we finna f*ck them all
Bout to hit a Marty Baller
Tell these bitches to bring the sauce
Pockets fat, Ricky Ross
Feeling 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 swagging on you
Check how I rap in the booth
I'm letting the animal loose
I'm feeling like I'm the nigga that could kill 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 bunking
I keep the banana for monkeys
If I see 12 on the block then we running
The trap is a jungle, no fumbling
If I see fences, my nigga, I'm jumping
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*cking up that powder
Then f*ck Mr. Arm & Hammer
Then 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 whipping
You might think I'm barbecuing
Whipping, whipping

[Chorus]