Rich The Kid - Trap Dab 2 (Intro) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Quavo]
I don't really fuck with niggas, and I don't really fuck with bitches
Fuck the fame, I want the riches
I turned myself to a young Diddy
Young rich niggas in the building
Yung Rich Nation, is you with it?
Yung Rich Nation, is you with us?
Chopper gon' turn you to lettuce
Just wait on it nigga, you better be patient
My diamonds ancient
Walk on the North and they banging
Trap out the bando, we slanging
You niggas should go to the medical
You put your hoes up on a pedestal
They cuffing 'em, arresting 'em
I smash 'em, I get the best of 'em
Dreams, I woke up in Raris
And now I'm swerving in the lanes in 'em
With fifty chains and bad bitch, and she say that she want my purple pickle
Oh, my diamonds like Skittles
Green diamonds like the Riddler
Fifty bricks in the Fisker
Keep a shooter Derek Fisher

[Verse 2: Jose Guapo]
Keep a shooter with a semi
Pull up trapping out the Bentley
He got the birds, and he got the pigeons
Out in Dallas moving Dirk Nowitzki
We take the hood on if I'm moving that base
We want them cookies, we fly to the bay
You come around us and you watch what you say
We pop us a seal and we pour out the pint
I don't give a fuck, I got tats on my face
Money to blow and got money to waste
Money to count and got money to make
Young rich nigga, put a stack on my plate
Go back and forth and we never debate
Now she wanna fuck, then I told her "too late'
Most of these niggas be fake or two faced
You try one of my niggas, get shot in your face

[Verse 3: Rich The Kid]
I just touched down from LA
The cookies I smoke from the bay
They saying I'm very important
[?]
Rich nigga, I'ma buy the bitch some red bottoms
If the Rollie tick tock then you ain't got a problem
F&N, point blank range headshot
You ain't seen 'em on the block then the feds got 'em
You touching my coke, and that's dangerous
She got the dope in her anus
I got the paper with too many pages
You niggas just wanna be famous
Your bitch, she'll ride like Six Flags
Stand on the block, I'm still trappin' the gas
Walking around with a whole lot of cash
Still asking them why are they mad

[Verse 4: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Shoot at these acting niggas, Tyler Perry Taliban
Go to Dallas to Houston like I'm Jason Terry [?]
Damn, my lil nigga gon' try to [?] the mayor
[?] nigga shoot like the sheriff
Twenty choppers with banana clips
I declare nigga guerilla warfare
I put them bands in the air
I'm in LA like Fresh Prince of Bel-Air
Every pound where they rap
This ain't Beverly, this Moncler
Louboutin shopping, spend brick fare
Key to the city, got 10 pair
Lord just sent me ten thousand Xans
Came in a teddy bear
Hit me a lick and wen't to Africa to go get diamonds like Sincere

[Verse 5: Skippa Da Flippa]
Flippa!
Dab Flippa daddy, trap out the Caddy, if you need the skrrts then just send the address
I got three accountants, they do the adding
Fill in my cookie dough, don't do the [?]
Migo mansion came with a golf course, Porsche truck came with good suspension
Throw the judge a bankroll to trim down the city, if he was shooter you'd know it's no witness
So much gold, think that I was from Egypt
Me and Benji best friends, you know that I need 'em
Free all my niggas, don't play with your freedom
Fifteen hundred cash for the first one that beats us
Stop drop and pop, you think I'm Kyrie Irving
Me and Takeoff popping seals like they virgin
Slaying the pussy like I'm Kendrick Perkins
She bad and suspicious but which one she working

[Verse 6: Lil Duke]
I'm from Atlanta
We toting them hammers, addendum
Pour up a 4 right inside of a Fanta
I got the keys to the city, no janitor
Never been, but I got bitches in Canada
Running around the city like a damn animal
Go out in public, they pull out the camera
Pull up and hop out the [?]
Young nigga fresh out that brand new McLaren
We sipping lean out no beer
Pop a Percocet and hop on the leer
I am Lil Duke, and lil bitch it's my year
Hop in the two seater, I'm switching gears
Should be a award for dab of the year
I cannot see it, you are nowhere near
Talking about beefing, you riding your shit
I'ma young boss, ain't going out like Mitch