Trap Dab 2 (Intro) Rich The Kid (Ft. Hoodrich Pablo Juan, Jose Guapo, Lil Duke, Quavo & Skippa Da Flippa)

[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 wantin' 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]
I 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 set the hood on fire, 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 and 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