Rich Nigga Still Trappin (Prod. By Murda Beatz) (Explicit)-Migos

Follow My Instagram For More @MARKDOEEE Dj Durel, pow pow pow, give 'em hell Yeah I'm a rich ni**a You thought I ain't still in these streets ni**a? Might catch me out there now Rich ni**a still trapping Im rich I still bust it down Rich ni**a run in your trap Im a rich ni**a still lay the f**k ni**a down Rich ni**a, rich ni**a, thats three crazy rich niggas Rich ni**a, rich ni**a, thats three crazy rich niggas Rich ni**a still robbin' Rich ni**a still mobbin' Rich bricks circumcise 'em Rich ni**a making plays all on the island Rich ni**a, rich ni**a, thats three crazy rich niggas Rich ni**a, rich ni**a, thats three crazy rich niggas Rich ni**a still hittin' licks with that dirty stick Rich ni**a still hit the highway with bout 50 bricks Put 50 thousand in the hood I ain't touching sh*t Told that b**ch she better cook it good, she better break her wrists Young ni**a got my first sack it was a Vick Remember running in them houses sometimes I ain't come out with sh*t Put that cocaina on your nose, Im guarenteed that your nose gonna itch When I seen my first hundred dollar bill I ain't look back since They say Quavo why you got that pot I heard you rich ni**a Im in to deep in the trap game drowning in a m*******a river 50 bags in the trash can put it on my tab Rich ni**a, im a rich ni**a still jugging slabs B**ch ni**a told on your partner you a snitch ni**a Trapping capping trying to make a million Pulling in a Bentley hurt a ni**a feeling I got babies in the kitchen not talking children 30 round extension have you smelling like chitlins Dexter lab in the kitchen do forensics Im the breadwinner niggas need me they depending Six on my money, got drugs up in Franklin Im havin' dabbin' should've been a damn mannequin You can see my diamond comin like im the ambulance Im ready for war migo gang like the taliban I can't trust these b**ches had to learn my lesson Shittin' on you niggas like a intestine Pistol popping, im the king like im Elvis Got the trap game in a chokehold, full nelson Rich ni**a still trappin Choppa clappin I was pappen I didn't have it, so I snatched it Robbing the hood, I ain't talking bout basket It was tragic caught my ni**a pistol lackin so I pack it In the winter time I still got my ratchet Im ready for war pistol under my jacket