Piped up, swerving with my migos
We was in the kitchen whippin' milo
Now I'm
Rolling in my trio, Sonic Heroes
Floating from the motherf*ckin' free throw
Lethal
Piped up really like Al Capone
Pockets looking fatter than casserole, yuh
Rolling w my migos, and I'm in my zone, yuh
Rolling w my migos and I'm in my zone
Whoa whoa
Yeah I'm in my zone
Get your ass back home
Gym Class Heroes
Whoa Whoa
Boy your wrist ain't really
Froze
That ain't two tone gold
That's a gemini stone
Growing mold
My Chamillionaire flow
When I'm flaring up my doors
Ridin' dirty, blowing dro
Then flip a Rola to a Rolls
Whoa whoa, bitch I'm bold
F*ck what you been told
We gon throw dem bows
On sum
(Southside shit)
I'm sorry lil baby but I can not f*ck you I got me some shit to get off of my chest
I just pulled up in this brand new Mercedes like right there in that moment send a text
I was just thinking how you played my nigga
You got me f*cked up if you thinkin' I'm next
Different little nigga I came with some wisdom
If my head is tilted I'm watching my step
I can not f*ck with these niggas
That cap in your rap can be bad for yo mind
We done came out of the dark we was grinding so hard all open doors
Ya my partnas gon shine
Ayo Tony I'm back grind
In the hood I ain't know I was 9
Mama busted her ass now we fine
Ya she made me a man I get smacked for that crying
(No cap)
Piped up, swerving with my migos
We was in the kitchen whippin' milo, now I'm
Rolling in my trio, Sonic Heroes
Floating from the motherf*ckin' free throw
Lethal
Piped up really like Al Capone
Pockets looking fatter than casserole, yuh
Rolling w my migos, and I'm in my zone, yuh
Rolling w my migos and I'm in my zone
Whoa whoa
Cap ass, trash ass
Battery in the back ass
You ain't even bout rap
Prolly need a laugh track
Acting like a sav, you ain't even
21
Asking daddy for some funds
Tryna buy up coke & rum
What a bum
Sippin' numb numb juice
But your crew ain't reppin' Screw
Damn my car ain't gotta roof
What it do
You's a fluke
You's a fluke
Taking cues from the SchoolBoy
Adderall in the stu, boy
Make it to the top
Make it to the top
Make it to the top
RIP Jarad
RIP Jarad
migos. (feat. Q214) Video (MV)
Performed By: kid w no face
Language: English
Length: 2:54
Written by: D.W. Camperos, Dalton Currey Camperos, Quincy Tinnion
kid w no face - migos. (feat. Q214) Lyrics
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Piped up, swerving with my migos
We was in the kitchen whippin' milo
Now I'm
Rolling in my trio, Sonic Heroes
Floating from the motherf*ckin' free throw
Lethal
Piped up really like Al Capone
Pockets looking fatter than casserole, yuh
Rolling w my migos, and I'm in my zone, yuh
Rolling w my migos and I'm in my zone
Whoa whoa
Yeah I'm in my zone
Get your ass back home
Gym Class Heroes
Whoa Whoa
Boy your wrist ain't really
Froze
That ain't two tone gold
That's a gemini stone
Growing mold
My Chamillionaire flow
When I'm flaring up my doors
Ridin' dirty, blowing dro
Then flip a Rola to a Rolls
Whoa whoa, bitch I'm bold
F*ck what you been told
We gon throw dem bows
On sum
(Southside shit)
I'm sorry lil baby but I can not f*ck you I got me some shit to get off of my chest
I just pulled up in this brand new Mercedes like right there in that moment send a text
I was just thinking how you played my nigga
You got me f*cked up if you thinkin' I'm next
Different little nigga I came with some wisdom
If my head is tilted I'm watching my step
I can not f*ck with these niggas
That cap in your rap can be bad for yo mind
We done came out of the dark we was grinding so hard all open doors
Ya my partnas gon shine
Ayo Tony I'm back grind
In the hood I ain't know I was 9
Mama busted her ass now we fine
Ya she made me a man I get smacked for that crying
(No cap)
Piped up, swerving with my migos
We was in the kitchen whippin' milo, now I'm
Rolling in my trio, Sonic Heroes
Floating from the motherf*ckin' free throw
Lethal
Piped up really like Al Capone
Pockets looking fatter than casserole, yuh
Rolling w my migos, and I'm in my zone, yuh
Rolling w my migos and I'm in my zone
Whoa whoa
Cap ass, trash ass
Battery in the back ass
You ain't even bout rap
Prolly need a laugh track
Acting like a sav, you ain't even
21
Asking daddy for some funds
Tryna buy up coke & rum
What a bum
Sippin' numb numb juice
But your crew ain't reppin' Screw
Damn my car ain't gotta roof
What it do
You's a fluke
You's a fluke
Taking cues from the SchoolBoy
Adderall in the stu, boy
Make it to the top
Make it to the top
Make it to the top
RIP Jarad
RIP Jarad
We was in the kitchen whippin' milo
Now I'm
Rolling in my trio, Sonic Heroes
Floating from the motherf*ckin' free throw
Lethal
Piped up really like Al Capone
Pockets looking fatter than casserole, yuh
Rolling w my migos, and I'm in my zone, yuh
Rolling w my migos and I'm in my zone
Whoa whoa
Yeah I'm in my zone
Get your ass back home
Gym Class Heroes
Whoa Whoa
Boy your wrist ain't really
Froze
That ain't two tone gold
That's a gemini stone
Growing mold
My Chamillionaire flow
When I'm flaring up my doors
Ridin' dirty, blowing dro
Then flip a Rola to a Rolls
Whoa whoa, bitch I'm bold
F*ck what you been told
We gon throw dem bows
On sum
(Southside shit)
I'm sorry lil baby but I can not f*ck you I got me some shit to get off of my chest
I just pulled up in this brand new Mercedes like right there in that moment send a text
I was just thinking how you played my nigga
You got me f*cked up if you thinkin' I'm next
Different little nigga I came with some wisdom
If my head is tilted I'm watching my step
I can not f*ck with these niggas
That cap in your rap can be bad for yo mind
We done came out of the dark we was grinding so hard all open doors
Ya my partnas gon shine
Ayo Tony I'm back grind
In the hood I ain't know I was 9
Mama busted her ass now we fine
Ya she made me a man I get smacked for that crying
(No cap)
Piped up, swerving with my migos
We was in the kitchen whippin' milo, now I'm
Rolling in my trio, Sonic Heroes
Floating from the motherf*ckin' free throw
Lethal
Piped up really like Al Capone
Pockets looking fatter than casserole, yuh
Rolling w my migos, and I'm in my zone, yuh
Rolling w my migos and I'm in my zone
Whoa whoa
Cap ass, trash ass
Battery in the back ass
You ain't even bout rap
Prolly need a laugh track
Acting like a sav, you ain't even
21
Asking daddy for some funds
Tryna buy up coke & rum
What a bum
Sippin' numb numb juice
But your crew ain't reppin' Screw
Damn my car ain't gotta roof
What it do
You's a fluke
You's a fluke
Taking cues from the SchoolBoy
Adderall in the stu, boy
Make it to the top
Make it to the top
Make it to the top
RIP Jarad
RIP Jarad
Writer: D.W. Camperos, Dalton Currey Camperos, Quincy Tinnion
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid