TRAP
T-Ferg Lyrics
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(A$AP) A$AP!
Woo! (Pull up, pull up)
Cozy Boys (Pull up, pull up)
Pour a 8th, that's a dirty Fanta
That's what I call a Tropicana
Take the plug, hold 'em up for ransom
This is the real trap anthem
Fuck a bad bitch in a Phantom
Fuck a rich bitch in the bathroom
Eyy, this is the real trap anthem
Swagging on these hoes
Leave them bitches with the dogs
All my niggas in the room
And they finna fuck them all
'Bout to hit up Marty Baller
Tell that nigga bring the sauce
Pockets fat, Ricky Ross
Feelin' like I am the boss
Yeah I'm driving the Porsche
I could be flying a coupe
I could be flying a Honda
Nigga I'm swaggin' on you
Check how I rap in the booth
I'm letting the animal loose
I'm feelin' like I'm the nigga that could kill it
Just don't let it happen to you
I been in and out of the country
I been chasing after money
You know that I came from nothing
And the bando still bunkin'
I keep the banana for monkeys
If I see 12 on the block then we runnin'
The trap is a jungle, no fumblin'
If I see fences, my nigga, I'm jumpin'
This a trap anthem
Migo, A$AP propaganda
You know that we handsome
Your pocket got cancer
Turn her wrist to a eggbeater
She a dirty dancer
We're fuckin' up that powder
Then fuck Mr. Arm & Hammer
Let's 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 whippin'
You might think I'm barbecuin'
(Whippin,' whippin')
Pour a 8th, that's a dirty Fanta
That's what I call a Tropicana
Take the plug, hold 'em up for ransom
That's what I call a trap anthem
This is the real trap anthem
Fuck a bad bitch in a Phantom
Fuck a rich bitch in the bathroom
Eyy, this is the real trap anthem
In T-Ferg's song "Trap Anthem," the rapper talks about his life and experiences as a trap star. He starts the song by pouring an eighth, which is a dirty Fanta, and refers to it as a Tropicana. He then talks about taking the plug and holding them for ransom, which he calls a trap anthem. The song is all about the lifestyle and real trap anthems, and he references having sex with bad and rich women.
The second verse is all about T-Ferg's success and riches. He talks about how he is swagging on the hoes and leaving them with the dogs. He mentions his friends, and he wants Marty Baller to bring the sauce. The real star of the show is T-Ferg, though, as he feels like he is the boss of everything. He mentions driving a Porsche and flying in a Honda, and he emphasizes how he is swagging on everyone.
In the third verse, T-Ferg talks about his struggles and how he had to work hard to achieve everything he has. He mentions that he came from nothing, and the bando is still bunkin'. He references using a banana for monkeys and how he runs if he sees twelve on the block. The trap is a jungle, and he doesn't want to fumble. He talks about how he has more gold than Shaka Zulu, and he cannot be sued. He finishes the song by rapping about being in the kitchen and cooking.
Line by Line Meaning
Pour a 8th, that's a dirty Fanta
Mixing cough syrup with soda, which is referred to as a dirty Fanta
That's what I call a Tropicana
He refers to the mixture as Tropicana, implying that it is a refreshing drink
Take the plug, hold 'em up for ransom
He is talking about robbing his drug supplier, known as the 'plug'
That's what I call a trap anthem
He considers this type of song to be representative of the trap music subgenre
This is the real trap anthem
He is asserting that this particular song is the real deal when it comes to trap anthems
Fuck a bad bitch in a Phantom
He is talking about having sex with an attractive woman in the back of a luxurious car
Fuck a rich bitch in the bathroom
He is suggesting that he would rather have sex with an attractive, wealthy woman in the bathroom than in a fancy car
Swagging on these hoes
He is boasting about his style and demeanor around women
Leave them bitches with the dogs
He implies that he is too good for these women and will leave them with the 'dogs', or less desirable men
All my niggas in the room
He is surrounded by his close associates
And they finna fuck them all
He is saying that his associates plan to have sex with all the women present
'Bout to hit up Marty Baller
He is planning to contact his friend Marty Baller
Tell that nigga bring the sauce
He is asking Marty to bring some kind of substance, likely drugs
Pockets fat, Ricky Ross
He has a lot of money, referencing the former drug kingpin and rapper Rick Ross
Feelin' like I am the boss
He feels powerful and in control
Yeah I'm driving the Porsche
He is driving a luxury Porsche car
I could be flying a coupe
He could be driving an expensive two-door car
I could be flying a Honda
He could be driving an affordable Honda car
Nigga I'm swaggin' on you
He is once again bragging about his style and coolness compared to others
Check how I rap in the booth
He wants people to observe and respect his rap skills
I'm letting the animal loose
He is letting out his intense, wild side
I'm feelin' like I'm the nigga that could kill it
He is confident in his ability to succeed and perform well
Just don't let it happen to you
He is warning others not to mess with him or challenge him
I been in and out of the country
He has traveled abroad frequently
I been chasing after money
He is primarily focused on making money
You know that I came from nothing
He started with very little and has worked hard to gain wealth and status
And the bando still bunkin'
His drug house is still active and successful
I keep the banana for monkeys
He carries a gun for protection
If I see 12 on the block then we runnin'
If he sees the police, he and his associates will flee the scene
The trap is a jungle, no fumblin'
The drug business is a dangerous and unforgiving environment
If I see fences, my nigga, I'm jumpin'
If he sees obstacles like fences, he and his associates will find a way to overcome them
Migo, A$AP propaganda
He is referencing the Migos and A$AP Mob rap groups as entities that promote a particular style of music and lifestyle
You know that we handsome
He and his associates are confident and good-looking
Your pocket got cancer
He is saying that if someone has less money than him, their finances are in poor health
Turn her wrist to a eggbeater
He is referencing a sexual act involving a woman's wrist
She a dirty dancer
He is attracted to a woman who is overtly sexual
We're fuckin' up that powder
He and his associates are consuming cocaine
Then fuck Mr. Arm & Hammer
He is disrespecting the brand Arm & Hammer, which is known for producing baking soda and other household items that can be used to cut drugs
Let's make a movie
He wants to engage in a wild, exciting experience
My nigga pulling up with Uzi's
One of his associates is bringing guns, specifically Uzi submachine guns
So don't pursue me
He warns others to stay away from him and his associates
I got more gold than Shaka Zulu
He has a lot of gold jewelry and accessories, more than the famous African king Shaka Zulu
You cannot sue me
He is confident that he cannot be sued successfully
I pay my lawyer, he a Jew-y
He has a Jewish lawyer, possibly indicating that he is successful and powerful enough to have a top-notch legal team
They try to chew me
Someone is trying to take him down or criticize him
That balling nigga tried to do me
An affluent person has attempted to cause him harm or wrong him in some way
Said I influence, the children listen to my music
He is being accused of having a negative impact on young people who are fans of his music
I told 'em prove it
He challenges his critics to provide evidence that his music is harming children
Told me some shit and I refuse it
He has heard the criticisms and rejects them as unfounded
I'm in the kitchen whippin'
He is mixing drugs, specifically cocaine, in the kitchen
You might think I'm barbecuin' (Whippin,' whippin')
He is cleverly referencing cooking drugs as if it were a type of food preparation, all while continuing to mix drugs in the kitchen
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Written by: Donald Ferguson, Quavious Marshall, Kirshnik Ball
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