Rich Nigga Still Trappin'

[Intro - Quavo] Dj Durel, pow pow pow, give 'em hell Yeah I'm a rich nigga You thought I ain't still in these streets nigga? Might catch me out there now [Hook - Quavo] Rich nigga still trapping Im rich I still bust it down Rich nigga run in your trap Im a rich nigga still lay the fuck nigga down Rich nigga, rich nigga, thats three crazy rich niggas Rich nigga, rich nigga, thats three crazy rich niggas Rich nigga still robbin' Rich nigga still mobbin' Rich bricks circumcise 'em Rich nigga making plays all on the island Rich nigga, rich nigga, thats three crazy rich niggas Rich nigga, rich nigga, thats three crazy rich niggas [Verse 1 - Quavo] Rich nigga still hittin' licks with that dirty stick Rich nigga still hit the highway with bout 50 bricks Put 50 thousand in the hood I ain't touching shit Told that bitch she better cook it good, she better break her wrists Young nigga got my first sack it was a Vick Remember running in them houses sometimes I ain't come out with shit 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 nigga Im in to deep in the trap game drowning in a marijuana river 50 bags in the trash can put it on my tab Rich nigga, im a rich nigga still jugging slabs [Hook] [Verse 2 - Offset] Bitch nigga told on your partner you a snitch nigga Trapping capping trying to make a million Pulling in a Bentley hurt a nigga 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 bitches 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 nigga 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 nigga pistol lackin so I pack it In the winter time I still got my ratchet Im ready for war pistol under my jacket [Hook]