Music Video
Migos "Look At My Dab (Bitch Dab)" (WSHH Exclusive - Official Music Video)
Top Songs By Migos
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Migos
Vocals
Quavo
Vocals
Offset
Vocals
Takeoff
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quavious Marshall
Composer
Kirsnick Khari Ball
Composer
Kiari Cephus
Composer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Bitch dab, bitch dab (Dab)
Bitch dab, bitch dab (Ooh)
Bitch dab, bitch dab (Ooh)
Dab, dab, dab, dab
Dab, dab, dab, ayy
[Verse 2]
Look at my dab (Dab)
Look at my dab (Bitch, dab)
Look at my dab (Bitch, dab)
Look at my dab (Bitch, dab)
Look at my dab (Bitch, dab)
Look at my dab (Bitch, dab)
Look at my dab (Bitch, dab)
Look at my dab (Bitch, dab)
Get in there, get in there (Bitch, dab)
Get in there, get in there (Bitch, dab)
Get in there, get in there (Bitch, dab)
Get in there, get in there (Bitch, dab)
Get in there, get in there (Bitch, dab)
Get in there, get in there (Bitch, dab)
Get in there, get in there (Bitch, dab)
Look at my dab
[Verse 3]
Look at my dab, everybody sayin' dab (Dab)
Trap **** on the map, trap **** like to dab (Trap)
Trap **** in the bowl, trap **** on the stove (Ayy)
Trap **** worldwide, play with the power, no eyes (Eyes)
Dabbin', goin' in the dictionary
Birds singin' just like Mary, Mary
The bricks got wings like a tooth fairy (Bricks)
Pinky ring, yellow Canary (Ring)
Touchdown on the Pack and I run it like Barry
Migo like Ed, Edd and Eddy (Eddy)
You mad 'bout your homeboy, that's petty (Damn)
Spray the chopper like confetti
Look at my dab, got me feelin' like I'm fab (Bitch, dab)
Look at my dab, spreadin' dab across the map (Ooh)
I'm dabbin' when I walk up in the trap
I look at the pot, I'm like get in there (Get in there)
I play with the water, need swimwear (Swim)
Look at my dab, get in there (Get in there)
[Verse 4]
Look at my dab (Dab)
Look at my dab (Bitch, dab)
Look at my dab (Bitch, dab)
Look at my dab (Bitch, dab)
Look at my dab (Bitch, dab)
Look at my dab (Bitch, dab)
Look at my dab (Bitch, dab)
Look at my dab (Bitch, dab)
Get in there, get in there (Get in there, ayy)
Get in there, get in there (Bitch, dab)
Get in there, get in there (Bitch, dab)
Get in there, get in there (Bitch, dab)
Get in there, get in there (Bitch, dab)
Get in there, get in there (Bitch, dab)
Get in there, get in there (Bitch, dab)
Look at my dab (Ayy)
[Verse 5]
Get in there, get in there
Got me dabbin', Yung Rich Nation gear
Lookin' like I'm not from 'round here
Young **** dabbin' out the atmosphere
You **** still sayin' swag
My **** switched it up, we call it dab
Step out with a light up, I call it a jab
Michale Jordan, I'm perfectin' my craft
No money counter, I count it up with my hands
Young ****, I can show you how to do math
Sippin' on drank and I pour up some muddy
My ****, not tryna remember my past
Don't come to my hood if you ain't got a pass
Eat up the dab like linguini and crab
Mr. McMahon, I fire you and your staff
Watchin' you **** dabbin' made me laugh (Haha)
Dabbin' is a way of fashion, touchdown like I'm Takeoff McFadden
Call a play like I'm Takeoff John Madden
Should get a platinum plaque for all this dabbin'
You **** should get a Grammy, way you actin'
Enough of that swag, I put it in the casket
Look at my dab, your bitch droppin' her panties
I feel fantastic, immaculate dabbin'
Stay off my grass, call me Takeoff Stanley (Dab)
[Verse 6]
Look at my dab (Bitch, dab)
Look at my dab (Bitch, dab)
Look at my dab (Bitch, dab)
Look at my dab (Bitch, dab)
Look at my dab (Bitch, dab)
Look at my dab (Bitch, dab)
Look at my dab (Bitch, dab)
Get in there, get in there (Get in there, ayy)
Get in there, get in there (Bitch, dab)
Get in there, get in there (Bitch, dab)
Get in there, get in there (Bitch, dab)
Get in there, get in there (Bitch, dab)
Get in there, get in there (Bitch, dab)
Get in there, get in there (Bitch, dab)
Look at my dab (Dab)
[Verse 7]
So now **** dabbin'
Before it was swaggin'
**** thinkin' that it's just a dance
When dabbin' is a way of fashion
See, I'm tryna teach y'all the rules and regulations
'Cause it's a lot of **** out here perpetratin'
No temptations, Migos sensation
Seen a lot of faces, why not make a Yung Rich Nation?
[Verse 8]
Aye!
Written by: Christopher James Gholson, Kiari Cephus, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Quavious Marshall
