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Migos - Culture III Album Lyrics



Migos - Culture III Lyrics






Avalanche

Woo

Poppa was a rollin' stone
But now I got rollin' stones in the bezel (ice)
Momma at home all alone, hustlin'
Tryna keep this shit together (momma)
Young niggas smokin' on gas
I'm livin' too fast, my foot on the pedal (woo)
If I got back to the past
My niggas ain't know we'd be rockin' Coachella (hey)
If a nigga ever try me or play me
I buy him an iced-out shovel (ice)
Dig ya own grave, nigga, you played yourself
I put some cash on your schedule (you played yourself)
If a bitch ever try to filet me, huh
I just sit back and let her (she got it)
Think she come up of the 'Cho, it's whatever
My pockets came with extra cheddar (go)
I can see through the f*ck shit (f*ck shit)
I think that my skills gettin' better (gettin' better)
With a stick, come in peace, Mandela (Mandela)
I'm willin' to feed whoever (who?)
How can I help you? (How?)
Nobody judge you but God (God)
You can watch us beat the odds (beat it)
This is no cap, no facade
Young, rich, and black, and we gon' beat the charge (we gon')
I'm spendin' cash, no card
I'm likin' her natural ass, no fraud (yeah)
If she got a fake ass, of course
Girl, ain't nothin' wrong with enhancin', it's yours (she bad)
From the back, from the back, we enjoy it (soo)
Hunnid rack, I'ma attack with my boy (attack)
Got the clip pokin' out, we be showin' (showin')
Anybody check clout, we be knowin' (clout)
In and out, in and out, we be goin' (go)
On a 757 Boeing (jet)
And my AP same size as The Forum (that's big)
Better get you some bread where you from (yeah, yeah)

I spend my mills on the crib (mansion)
Cover myself, F&N is my shit (cover)
I spent a dime, go run you a drill (dime)
If you do the time, come home to a mil' (time)
Double my seal (double), sign another deal (sign)
G6 pills (G), money gimme chills (chills)
I make the bitch hit her knees, she kneel (bitch)
I make the stick hit when I'm in the field (stick)
I made your bitch lick it up like, "Ew" (uh)
Spend a hunnid racks on the teeth, not a grill (racks)
Lookin' at your diamonds on your neck, ain't real (who?)
Nigga, you a bitch, let the Draco kill (bitch)
Heard what I said (heard)
Spinnin' your block every day 'til you're dead (spin, spin)
Live on the edge, Codeine my meds (Codeine)
Open your legs (legs), I f*ck with my stick in the bed (brraow)
We shootin', not fightin' like Craig (boaw)
Bad bitches, they DM, they still in my thread (DM)
They ain't never give us our cred' (cred')
Patek, rose gold with the face, ruby red (ruby)
Put a hole in your head, not your legs (hey)
Put my hands on her head, she a pet (ah)
M-i-g-o, nigga, that's the set (Migo)
F*ck that P-O, I'ma just pay it (who?)
White glass in my Lambo, it look like it's albino
I hit your bitch, she say, "Ouch," hit a high note (ouch)
I'm Richie Rich like Lionel (Richie Rich)
Count your blessings, don't worry 'bout the rivals (hey)
Grandma told me, "go read the Bible" (grandma)
Shoulda listened, still look at the sky, though (sky)
Snifter sippin', this not the Moscato (sifter sippin')
Bitch, I'm gifted, I'm smokin' gelato (bitch, I'm gifted)

We been the niggas that steppin'
We came in the door and they takin' the flow, call it repo (bite)
My dog, he gon' bite, no Chico (argh)
Get hit with the Draco and make him with Rico (brrt)
Ain't shoppin' Rodeo
You wanna see the three Migos, then turn on your Vevo (Vevo)
The Wraith colored mayo (white)
And the cheese like I ate a bag of some Cheetos (cheese)
They must've forgot we the Migos (forgot)
Straight from the North out the bando (bando)
I done been quiet for too long (too long)
I copped that Cuban, it's two-toned (two-toned)
I heard he trappin', they tappin' the static
Tell that boy go get a new phone (brrt)
Out in Bel-Air, copped a new home (new home)
Avalanche with the blue stone (ice)
I am the shit, can't find a fit, my neck is a fridge
The rings and wrists, I retro the kicks
Ain't givin' no kiss, I'm givin' her dick
You starin' too long like you seen a ghost
So whip out your camera, take you a pic
So when you get home, get back on your phone
Zoom in on the flick and look at the drip
She ask me to pay for the ass to get lifted
I told her, "I'm better off gettin' you a Lyft"
Think I'ma put all my trust in a ho with no benefits?
Tell her go jump off a cliff
I go two-thirty, a cup of that purple
Put ice in my drink just to keep it on chill (lean)
F*ck all that talk, you ain't been in the field (nah)
Open my bank account, it give me chills (chills)
Takeoff
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Writer: Barrett Strong, Daryl McPherson, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Norman Whitfield, Quavious Keyate Marshall
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Having Our Way

Load up the Drac'
F*ck it, I'm makin' 'em pay
It's however niggas wan' take it (ayy)
I'm havin' my way
'Set out here havin' his way
Qua' out here havin' his way
And like the third Migo, I take
(Bitch, what?)
Load up the Drac'
What else are they gonna play?
It's however niggas wan' take it (ayy)
I'm havin' my way
'Set out here havin' his way
Qua' out here havin' his way
And like the third Migo, I take
(What? Ayy, yeah)

Now that I'm pickin' it through
I just ain't fell in love 'cause I'm way too awake
And she tried f*ckin' a rapper to break up my heart
But my heart doesn't break
Soon as I link with these niggas
They feelings are written all over they face (what?)
Okay, great, I'm in the backroom of Wally's
I spent thirty thousand on somebody's grapes
We done did so many pull ups on niggas
No wonder we gettin' in shape
Too busy backin' my words up with actions
To ever go front in your face (what? Ayy)
Shit done changed, billionaires talk to me different
When they see my paystub from Lucian Grainge
Told myself that I would get through this verse
And I'm not gonna mention the plane
But look at the plane, the f*ck are we sayin'? (Yeah, what?)
F*ck are we sayin'?
Big '81, but I don't own a Harley I ride in Mercedes with Shane (ayy)
It's me and Lil' Harley, we wreckin' this shit
Then we 'bout to go link with the gang (ayy)
And unlike that clock on the wall at your mama house
I do not have time to hang
Please don't reach out to me
Think watchin' too much of Stephen done got to me
Verses too eas', I'm servin' up by the threes
I'm playin' pool and the pool just connects to the beach
I've been too solid to ever have stripes on my sneaks, you get what I mean?
Back in the day, my dawgs was puttin' eight balls
In the pockets of all of the fiends, and- (what? What?)
That was back in the day
Now we involved in legitimate business, baby, we came a long way
Sometimes I hop on the road by myself, and I listen to shit that you say
All of y'all havin' more followers than dollars
And that's why I cannot relate (ayy, no, what?)

Load up the Drac'
What else are they gonna play?
It's however niggas wan' take it (ayy)
I'm havin' my way,
'Set out here havin' his way
Qua' out here havin' his way,
And like the third Migo, I take (ooh)
(What? Ayy)

Load up the Drac' (Drac')
Makin' them f*ck niggas pay (yeah)
Straight out the trap to the play (we gone)
Who said they ain't havin' they way? (Who?)
Might have a lil' more on they plate (eat it up)
We havin' our way in three ways (woo)
OVO scope on the Drac' (uh)
We havin' our way (havin' that shit)
Havin' my way in the city
Get pulled out your britches, you talkin' or trippin'?
Go put all my cleats on, walkin', ain't slippin' (walk)
Havin' my way, now this shit like a business
Load up the base, now I feel like Cal Ripken (ayy)
She had it her way, now she out of a Bentley (skrrt)
(Skrrt-skrrt, get out, ooh)

(Offset)
F*ck how you take it, we straight from the vacant (hey)
I caught me some cases, then beat it, then raced it (hey)
Seen they was hatin', no communication
No invitation, cut off circulation (no)
Blue or the red Bugatti, this the matrix
Crosses all on my body, watch for Satan (Chrome)
I'm havin', Gallery, Lanvin
No talkin', we smashin' (smash)
This one a classic, ain't none of this average (classic)
Sniper, I'm snipin' the bitch, I'm assassin (snipe)
I piped her, then piped the bitch up for some action (hey)
I don't even be braggin', these lil' niggas maggots (maggots)
I don't even flex, that shit be on accident
Fell in my lap, hit your bitch on a accident
I shoot my shot, it's on point, that shit accurate (bah, uh)

Load up the Drac'
What else are they gonna play? (F*ck it)
It's however niggas wanna take it, ayy (it's up)
I'm havin' my way (havin' it)
'Set out here havin' his way ('Set)
Qua' out here havin' his way (Qua')
And like the third Migo, I take
(What? Ayy, yeah)

(Takeoff)
I'm shovin' this shit in they face
Then I go put that boy right in his place
They know that I'm havin' my way (why?)
I was seventeen on a song with Drake
It's like an eviction notice when we droppin' (get out)
'Cause niggas get moved out they space (move)
Two and a half, was goin' on three
But f*ck it 'cause it's worth the wait (f*ck it)
Not to be ignorant, but I want everything that's on the menu
And what's on your plate (gimme that)
I talk to God, he give me the faith (God)
I hit The Boy if I need me a Drac' (brrt)
I got a Richie that sit on my left (Mille)
But somehow, I always be pullin' up late (how?)
Ain't been on earth (no)
Ever since I copped that rocket chain and took a trip outer space (go)
Ever since birth, my mama told me (mama)
That they gon' act cool, but they really hate (hate)
I know my worth (worth)
So you ain't gettin' no verse if you talkin' 'bout a lil' K (nah)
Make 'em say church (amen)
When they see clarity diamonds and stones in my Jesus face
Ain't gotta run 'cause this not a race (huh-huh-huh, go)

Load up the Drac'
What else are they gon' play (f*ck it)
It's however niggas wanna take it, ayy (it's up)
I'm havin' my way (havin' it)
'Set out here havin' his way ('Set)
Qua' out here havin' his way (Qua')
And like the third Migo, I take (Takeoff)
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Writer: Amir B, Aubrey Drake Graham, Kiari Cephus, Kirsnick Ball, Nima Jahanbin, Paimon Jahanbin, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Tyshane Thompson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Straightenin

(DJ Durel)
(Ayy Castro, go crazy)
Yeah, (soo) we gone (huh), stop, we good (stop)
Chill, we on, (yeah) scale, huh, let's go (let's go)
The Migo, huh, let's go (Migo)
Take', huh, let's go, huh
'Set, huh, let's roll (hey)

Straightenin', straightenin' (woo)
Straightenin', yeah (straight)
Straightenin', straightenin' (soo)
Straightenin', yeah (straight)
Don't nothin' get straightenin' but straightenin' (hey)
Don't nothin' get straightenin' but straightenin' (soo)
Don't nothin' get straightenin' but straightenin' (straight)
You don't get shit straight, you don't straighten it (nah)

In this game, sit back, be patient (gang)
Niggas act like the gang went vacant (huh?)
Niggas act like somethin' been taken (took what?)
Ain't nothin' but a little bit of straightenin' (I'm tellin ya)
Been kickin' shit, poppin' out daily (go)
On an island, it's a movie I'm makin' (that's facts)
I'm countin' dineros with Robert DeNiro
He tellin' 'em that Cho amazin' (ayy)
Put that shit on (shit on), niggas get shit on (shit on)
I bought two whips, and I put my bitch on (skrrt)
She put this wrist on (wrist)
She factory set it, went Richard Mille prongs (ice)
Turn a pandemic into a bandemic
You know that's the shit that we on (yessir)
Them niggas gon' pull up and act like this shit is together
We don't f*ck with you homes (f*ck 'em)
Uh uh, I don't do the fake kickin' (no)
There go a rocket, is Take' in it? (Soo)
It's a problem with 'phew then we straightenin' in (straight)
Swap out the 'Cat, put a Demon in it (skrrt)
Upgrade the bando, put fiends in it (woo)
I got some shooters you ain't seen with me (grrah)
We'll run that shit back, I just seen Tenet (woah)
We goin' to get straightenin'

Straightenin', straightenin' (woo)
Straightenin', yeah (straight)
Straightenin', straightenin' (soo)
Straightenin', yeah (straight)
Don't nothin' get straightenin' but straightenin' (hey)
Don't nothin' get straightenin' but straightenin' (soo)
Don't nothin' get straightenin' but straightenin' (straight)
You don't get shit straight, you don't straighten it (nah)
(Takeoff)

You don't get shit straight if you don't straighten it (no)
I'm the type to sit back and watch patient (watch)
Do a trick with the stick, it's amazin' (stick)
In the bando trappin' out vacants (bando)
'Locs on like I'm starrin' in The Matrix (Matrix)
I keep the cookie like my grandma made it (cookie)
I keep the keys and the pounds and the babies (keys)
And the bricks came white like Shady (white)
Drive the Lambo' through the avenue (skrrt)
Pretty lil' bih with a attitude (bad)
Give a shoutout to them white boys (boys)
All white Rolls look radical (radical)
Keep you a fire, don't let 'em take it (no)
If they get yours you gotta get straightenin' (straightenin')
I catch a opp, I give him a facelift (opp)
My niggas lurkin' and spinnin' the day-shift (lurk)
I got them racks when you see me (rackades)
Spin back to back, it's a repeat (spin)
Championship, it's a three-peat (three)
Shoot out the window like Drizzy and Freaky (Freak)
I keep it on me, believe me (yessir)
I be up high where the trees be (high)
I go and put on so much of this ice
They say "Don't touch me, you gon' freeze me" (freeze)

Straightenin', straightenin' (woo)
Straightenin', yeah (straight)
Straightenin', straightenin' (soo)
Straightenin', yeah (straight)
Don't nothin' get straightenin' but straightenin' (hey)
Don't nothin' get straightenin' but straightenin' (soo)
Don't nothin' get straightenin' but straightenin' (straight)
You don't get shit straight, you don't straighten it (nah)
(Offset)

Get my straightenin' (straightenin')
Automatic handgun like the Navy (automatic, grraow)
I keep a hundred round drum, I ain't fadin' (paow-paow)
Turn a nigga to a mummy with the payment (woo, woo)
Terminate him with the money, it was gravy (Terminator)
Spin an opp block, rock-a-bye-baby (rock-a-bye)
Made his heart stop, made his mama hate me (make 'em hate me)
We were trappin' out the spot out the basement (out the spot)
Tasmanian Devil, we spin on your block (spin, ouch)
I pop a Perc and I'm goin' berserk (whoa, whoa)
And I woke up and bought me a drop (like f*ck it)
Straight to the point, I get straight to the straightenin'
Your buddy, he can't even walk (straight, straight, straight, straightenin')
We gutted him, nobody talk (we gutted him)
New Cullinan, stars start to fall (new Cullinan)
Trappin' and hustlin', beat down the walls (beat down)
I'm with the steppa, Nawfside repper (Nawf)
Qua' keep a MAC in the back of the Tesla (MAC, Qua')
I'm with the gang, we could never be selfish (gang, gang-gang-gang)
Watch how I dress, I'm the drippin' professor
Bought a Kel-Tec, then I bought a compressor (Kel-Tec)
Time to press him, eat him for breakfast (hey)
Taught him a lesson, I'm never confessin' (no)
Left him a message, somebody stretch 'em (stretch)

Straightenin', straightenin' (woo)
Straightenin', yeah (straight)
Straightenin', straightenin' (soo)
Straightenin', yeah (straight)
Don't nothin' get straightenin' but straightenin' (hey)
Don't nothin' get straightenin' but straightenin' (soo)
Don't nothin' get straightenin' but straightenin' (straight)
You don't get shit straight, you don't straighten it (nah)

Straightenin'
Don't nothin' get you some straghtenin' (soo)
Yeah
(Don't nothin' get straightenin' but straightenin')
Don't nothin' get straightenin' but straightenin'
You feel me?
(Don't nothin' get you straight)
I don't know what y'all think goin' on out there
But you know what I mean? (Straghtenin')
We straight, we straight, we straight
(Don't nothin' get you straight, don't get you straight)
(Go get some straightenin', yeah)
Soo, soo, soo, soo
(Don't nothin' get you straight, don't get you straight)
We gone (straightenin')
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Writer: Anh-Tuan Antoine Tran, Chi Nhan Trieu, Daryl Mcpherson, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Kilian Mbelo, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Latos Konstantinos, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Tom Dettinger
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Type Shit

Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah

It cost a half a ticket for a glass wrist (half a milli')
But it ain't cost me nothin' for this bad bitch (ain't cost me nothin', ho)
We the ones that break the stage (break), stay gettin' paid (pay)
Came in the game, get yo' stain, bet the opps know all our names (bitch)
Ain't you entertained? (Ho), I bossed her, now she plain (plain)
The struggle where we came (struggle), there's smoke behind my game (smoke)

(Soo, grraow)
Shots get to firin', 'cause some niggas got to hittin' (hittin')
Made 'em spin twice, 'cause I swear I thought he missed (go)
F*ck that smoke shit, I got ice on my wrist (ice)
Still get my hands dirty, I'll wash 'em 'til it's drenched (soo, soo, soo)

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
Bitch, it's the rocket with all of these chains (bitch, it's the rocket)
She got a nigga, but shit, she told me she doin' her thang (shit, that's cool)
Where there's a plug, well, none are more rockin' right now on terrain (where there's a plug, oh)
This the type shit that's out yo' lane

Type shit (type shit), this the type shit (let's roll)
This the type shit that get yo' bitch hit (smash, go)
This the type shit that got you trendin' (woo, trend)
This the type shit that get yo' shit split (ooh)

I pour a pint and drank that shit in thirty minutes (drank, lean)
Ever since I jumped up off the porch I been gettin' it (get it)
Thinkin' 'bout them bags we had stashed in the kitchen (bags)
They said that society had turned me to a menace (f*ck society, f*ck 'em)

Look, I say this the type shit, bitches love to type shit
I pull up Marine Serre, you know, in some tight shit
My accountant think I'm gay, all I do is buy shit
From the projects to the private jets, I've been a fly bitch (mwah)
Once hoes start doin' bad, they need somethin' they can blame it on (woo)
Bitches couldn't be as hot as me in the summertime with a blanket on (uh)
Bitches really be puppets, I'm in the Lamb-chop and I don't play along (skrrt)
Are you stupid, dumb, or slow? Got these frames from Ricky O
All these verses I done slayed, all these looks that I done gave
Could have let these f*ck hoes drown, but I let them ride my wave
Man, these hoes lookin' real light and this ass lookin' real heavy
Feel like 'Yoncé with this Birkin, but I'm Rowland with this Kelly (uh)

Type shit (type shit), this the type shit (let's roll)
This the type shit that get yo' bitch hit (smash, go)
This the type shit that got you trendin' (woo, trend)
This the type shit that get yo' shit split (ooh)

Calling shots (brr)
Order up the semi's, then score on the opps (score)
Scrape up the pennies before I was poppin' (hey)
F*ck her, dismiss her, I'm that type of guy (get out of there)
Uppin' my fire and I'm wavin' it (fire)
Take off the top, I done gutted it (gutted it)
Copped me two hunnid before I had busted it (before)
Flex on these niggas, this shit gettin' ugly (ugly)
I got a Patek inside of a Cullinan
I tell her suck on me, I tell her f*ck on me
Keep it a buck with me, up and it's stuck with me (yes, sir)
If we get into it, you niggas go dumb for me (go)
Niggas go bump for me, shoot up the club for me (shoot)
They want the recipe, body like Nestlé
Try get the best of me, but I ain't goin' (no)
Shoot like an athlete, nigga, don't threaten me
Put out a hit, in two months and he gone (hit)
Put out the bitch, she was here for too long (get out)
We don't need a loan, the mob Capone (mob)
I make an M with a blindfold (woo)
Jump out the gym with some bows of the dope (hey)
Young niggas spinnin', they takin' his soul (spin)
Want a promotion, now he gettin' blowed (blow)
Y'all niggas already know (you know)
'Set ain't no ho, he gon' come as a ghost (ghost)

Type shit (type shit), this the type shit (let's roll)
This the type shit that get yo' bitch hit (smash, go)
This the type shit that got you trendin' (woo, trend)
This the type shit that get yo' shit split (ooh)

(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
(Mu-Mu-Mu-Murda)
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Writer: Ciaga, Rvnes, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Darryl Lorenzo Clemons, Kiari Cephus, Kirsnick Ball, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Shane Lindstrom, Rai Shaun Devante Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Royalty Network, PFIVE Entertainment Mexico, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Malibu

You understand what I'm sayin'?
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
Hey
Hey (Nas Mack just touched down)
Hey

I bought me a drop (drop)
I'm switchin' out hoes and thots (switch out the thots)
I Richie'd the watch (Richie)
I made me an M on the spot (M on the spot)
I took twenty-five hoes in Malibu on my yacht (twenty-five hoes)
I got twenty-five M's in the bank, no cap, no lie (yes sir) (twenty-five)

Run up an M, ain't trickin' (run it up)
Chrome Hearts cross, I'm Christian (Chrome Hearts)
Sippin' on Dirk Nowitzki (Dirk)
Bought me a spur, big Bentley (spurt)
I'm from the Nawf, put a hole in your boss
And then caught me a lil' bitty fifty (fifty ball)
I bought a 'Cat with a wide body back
Take it out to burn out, and go fishin' (skrrt, hey)

You did this shit with handouts, or with no help?
If you think I'd cross and take my mans out, just kill yourself
In the trenches, .40 on my hip, I had to fix my belt
Can't listen to critics 'cause they can't relate to shit I felt
Chrome Hearts, Fendi prints, shoppin' sprees, expensive shit
Hennessy, she gettin' lit, hoes in threes, splittin' dick
Six deep in Suburbans, totin' felonies, we with the shits
Catch a opp, get the stick, bodies drop, flip the switch
Hit Rodeo, splurgin', f*ck a price tag, we rich as shit
Drip so hard on purpose, diamonds no flaws, make niggas sick
In that two-door swervin', screamin', "F*ck 'em all" 'cause niggas switched
Just bet' not be lurkin' 'cause this .40 Glock gon' give 'em kiss

(Hey) uh
I bought me a drop (drop)
I'm switchin' out hoes and thots (switch out the thots)
I Richie'd the watch (Richie)
I made me an M on the spot (M on the spot)
I took twenty-five hoes in Malibu on my yacht (twenty-five hoes)
I got twenty-five M's in the bank, no cap, no lie (yes sir)

(Offset)
I'm fresh out the kitchen, my watch is three-fifty (hey)
The Glock hold a fifty, the moppy get sticky (let's get it)
The paperwork say that you snitchin' (rat)
I call him like, "Listen, the extra two-fifty" (bought him)
He stankin' somebody shitted (stank)
He a demon at heart, so he with it (demon)
He gon' blank on the Percocet, kill him (blank)
Gotta pay me five M, that's the minimum (five)
Green emerald Patek, it's limited (Patek)
My stick is dramatic, get critical (dramatic)
I roll up the Gary with cereal (Gary)
Big Cullinan, orange interior (Cullinan)
You know that my gang ain't goin' (woo)
F*ck cash, got rent on my arm (ow)
Door dash, he come out, we blow him (boom)
He dead in the street, call the coroner (dead)
Young nigga playin' for keeps (keeps)
Step on the opp, and we rock him to sleep (step on the opp)
I'm poppin' Xan' for sleep
I'm really wishin' my man could breathe (my mans)
It's only the man in me
God forgive me, this man deceased (God forgive me)
We'll cut off your hands, come see (hey)
Rup up and score on the opps by three

I bought me a drop (drop)
I'm switchin' out hoes and thots (switch out the thots)
I Richie'd the watch (Richie)
I made me an M on the spot (M on the spot)
I took twenty-five hoes in Malibu on my yacht (twenty-five hoes)
I got twenty-five M's in the bank, no cap, no lie (yes sir)

Wide body spinnin', come out of the dealer (soo)
Look at your boy, not your average nigga (nah)
Who on the mound? It's Quavo, the pitcher
I'm pitchin' out bullets, them trackers, them missiles (baow, baow)
Uh, I don't even f*ck with ya, bitch-ass nigga (no)
Out the basement, but the gang ain't tickin'
Left hand shot from the top, like who? (Who?)
Left hand shot from the top like Fisher (uh)
Hold that chopper on my shoulder like a Fendi belt (drip)
Two-point-five, all in jewelry
Stand too close, you'll freeze to death (freeze)
This lil' bitch vision blurry
So she can't even see herself (nah)
Suckin' dick and flyin' Spirit
Baby, you need to free yourself (free)
It's a phone number what you seein' in that digi' scale (scale)
Take the shake, that's the bait
Finesse 'em, then we outta there (yeah)
State-to-state, we created all kind of clientele (yeah)
You know we great, you can't debate
New generation, we all created (created)

I bought me a drop (drop)
I'm switchin' out hoes and thots (switch out the thots)
I Richie'd the watch (Richie)
I made me an M on the spot (M on the spot)
I took twenty-five hoes in Malibu on my yacht (twenty-five hoes) (twenty-five)
I got twenty-five M's in the bank, no cap, no lie (yes sir) (twenty-five)

(Takeoff) how much you got?
I got twenty-five plus in the bank, no goddamn lie (M&M's)
They talk 'bout they stab, but you know I brag
A nigga run up, he gon' die (die, baow)
Hit in the eye (brrt-brrt), hit with the fire
Walk in the kitchen while countin' my chicken
I put my wrist in, and I'm breakin' the pot (whip it)
Movin' the dope, can't break in the spot (move)
I hit the lot, and I leave with a lot (lot)
Stop by the block, and I sold me a block (serve)
I poured a drop, I was sittin' in the drop (drank)
Back in the day, blew the bag on a thot
Now we invest in watches and stock (stock)
How the f*ck that shit cost a ticket?
I don't see ice in that watch (where?)
I done been rich like Roddy (rich)
All of my niggas'll send you the box (where?)
I got the stick, opps
I told you that we gon' make it like The Lox (I told you)
I can't kick it with the opps (no)
We never went missin'
We just were chillin' watchin' niggas all from the top (look at 'em)
I know that I'm great, so give me my props (hey, wait on it)

I bought me a drop (drop)
I'm switchin' out hoes and thots (switch out the thots)
I Richie'd the watch (Richie)
I made me an M on the spot (M on the spot) (milli')
I took twenty-five hoes in Malibu on my yacht (twenty-five hoes) (woo)
I got twenty-five m's in the bank, no cap, no lie (yes sir) (twenty-five)
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Writer: Darryl Lorenzo Clemons, Kiari Cephus, Kirsnick Ball, Nasir Moore, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Rasool Diaz
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Birthday

Got it on smash
OG Parker

[Quavo]
When that drink kick in, she feel sexy (Sexy)
Flexin' on the 'gram, made her at me (At me)
Cash kicked in on the worst day (Cash)
Quit cap'n girl, you know it ain't your birthday (Birthday)
Ay' who birthday? Put yo hand up
You get a purse bae, if she bad enough
She get a car today (Skrrt), hit that dash, skate (Skrrt)
Hit that dash skate (Skrrt), hit that dash, skate (Skrrt) skeet (Skrrt)

50 bands to 100, get your racks up (Racks up)
Throw it back, get that cash out the Brinks truck (Brinks truck)
New whip, show the slip, it's the pink one (Whip)
Now tattoo me on your ass, so it means something (Oh)
Thumb through it, count that big bank roll (Count it)
Chrome set on my Cartier by 4 (Eyes)
She say she gon' say not nothing if she told (Nothin')
Coke bottle shape she got the world on her mold (Whoo)
Pop out with a vibe, but I got her in disguise (In disguise)
Lookin' dead at her, hypnotized, I can see it all in her eyes (Hypnotized)
Pull up with a stick stick, to thick thick in her thighs (Thick)
Gang gang get rich rich crossed the world, y'een havin' ties (Gang)
Be about it, don't talk about it, just walk about it, that's it (Whoa)
Everybody be somebody, til' somebody get hit (Ow)
I can chop a brick like a rider, but I gave it up and made a hit (Hit)
I done came from the coach to the first class, now I'm flying a jet

When that drink kick in, she feel sexy (Sexy)
Flexin' on the 'gram, made her at me (At me)
Cash kicked in on the worst day (Cash)
Quit cap'n girl, you know it ain't your birthday (Birthday)
Ay' who birthday? Put yo hand up
You get a purse bae, if she bad enough
She get a car today (Skrrt), hit that dash, skate (Skrrt)
Hit that dash skate (Skrrt), hit that dash, skate (Skrrt) skeet (Skrrt)

[Takeoff]
Hit that dash, skate (Hit it)
Get that bag, bae (Get it)
Make em' mad, make them bitches have a bad day (Bad)
What that tag say, don't make that bag wait (No)
We smokin' pound cake (Cookie), don't need no ashtray (Nah)
Everybody wanna talk about a check, but I ain't seen a check get spent (Where?)
Hit the bih one time, I gave her good dick, and she ain't seen me since (Swear)
She on her first cup, by the fourth one she gon' end up sick (Euhhh)
Tellin' her best friend about the car I got, "He filthy rich" (Richie)
Now you can get a Birkin bag for your birthday (Birky')
Raise your hands high, if you want this shit for certain
She went back to ratchet, cause that cute shit wasn't workin'
We can leave after the party, cause the Maybach came with curtains (Takeoff)

[Quavo]
When that drink kick in, she feel sexy (Sexy)
Flexin' on the 'gram, made her at me (At me)
Cash kicked in on the worst day (Cash)
Quit cap'n girl, you know it ain't your birthday (Birthday)
Ay' who birthday? Put yo hand up
You get a purse bae, if she bad enough
She get a car today (Skrrt), hit that dash, skate (Skrrt)
Hit that dash skate (Skrrt), hit that dash, skate (Skrrt) skeet (Skrrt)

[Offset]
(Hey, Offset)
She woke up, 100 racks cash and a choker (Cash)
Bought a new Benz and Rover (Cash)
We f*ck in the Tesla, doors up (Tesla)
She bad, she walk with her nose up (Nose up)
Cash, so much it don't fold up (Fold up)
Diamonds on you, you done glowed up
She is a beautiful grown up (Hey)
Only come out in the dark and get hit out the park
And she callin' me Sosa (Hit out the park)
Told her she better be smart, better go with your heart
Girl you gotta' be focused (Go with your heart)
I heard your last nigga was bogus (Bogus)
F*cking me good, you a grown up (Grown up)
When you're with me, put your phone up (Phone up)
Flooded my wrist, it's a cold cut (Cold cut)
Baby girl you vulnerable, I'm pressing up, I'm on to you (On you)
Bottega, you on it too (Oh), that pussy's so phenomenal (Yeah it is)
Say it's your birthday (Whoa), let me take you to the carnival (Oh)
Here go $50k (Yessir), I hope it make you feel more comfortable (Yeah)

[Quavo]
When that drink kick in, she feel sexy (Sexy)
Flexin' on the 'gram, made her at me (At me)
Cash kicked in on the worst day (Cash)
Quit cap'n girl, you know it ain't your birthday (Birthday)
Ay' who birthday? Put yo hand up
You get a purse bae, if she bad enough
She get a car today (Skrrt), hit that dash, skate (Skrrt)
Hit that dash skate (Skrrt), hit that dash, skate (Skrrt) skeet (Skrrt)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Joshua Parker, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Kirsnick Ball, Nima Jananbin, Paimon Jananbin, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Samuel David Jimenez
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Modern Day

(M-M-M-Murda)

Yeah (soo)
Let's take a modern day stroll (woah)
This is the modern day, ho
Last time I checked, we was runnin' the globe (go)
I'm 'bout to go fin'erfold
Two knock two times, it's a brick at the door (two time)
Somebody blowin' up lil' mama phone (brrt)
Lil' nigga just come get your ho (brrt, brrt)
I'm talkin' Patek on the wrist (ooh)
Baguette go and dance on a bitch (baguettes)
You know that bitch too thick (yeah)
You can't even see the pants on that bitch (bad)
The way that we spinnin' (yeah)
Spinnin' in Hellcats, goin' Taz on a kit (spin)
She wanna pop a G6 (pop it)
She suckin' on dick until six (yeah, ugh)
I make a movie, I'm goin' Michael Bay (yeah)
Huncho the sensei ('Cho)
The way that I'm movin', we goin' motorcade
Move the tactical way (tactical)
I need the backend this way (ooh, backend)
Somebody packin' this way (packin')
She get to clappin' that way (ooh, that way)
You don't got the answers like Sway (yeah, Sway)
F*ck it, I'm coolin' (woo)
I'm in the coupe with the top and I'm wavin' the coolant (wavin')
Switch it, go doolie (yeah)
With a bad bitch and I play with her mind and her coochie (coochie)
I'm still ratatouille (ooh, woo)
I got a pipe that's so big it look like Chattahoochee (whip)
We not the Fugees (yeah)
I'll go foolie if a nigga try to Three Stooge us (uh)

Break a brick down, nigga, break a brick down, nigga (yeah, brick)
Break a bitch down, nigga, break a bitch down, nigga (yeah, bitch)
Word around town, nigga, heard your ass get around, nigga (hey)
Get the f*ck from 'round nigga, you ain't even from the town, nigga (yeah)

(Takeoff)
Where the f*ck he came from? (Where?)
When she see the Don she givin' me some
The 'Rari came red like a plum (red)
The streets like the sound
I gotta ride with a drum, keep smoke in my lungs (smoke)
Arabian bitch in the passenger seat
Now she got a illegal bomb (bomb)
Baguette, the charm, rainbow, Daytona
I like to charm the arm (charm)
That bitch is borin', oh, that's your main?
Come get her, can't help it, she gone
Count up a bag but know we ain't tourin'
If it ain't my money, I think it's annoyin'
Pop me a Perc' (Perc') with a cup full of purp' (purp')
When I hop in the 'Vert with no key and I storm (skrrt)
BB the belt and I VV the arm (BB)
Hop on the PJ, go visit the farm (phew)
Indoor and outdoor, whatever you want (what you want?)
Put that lil' boy up, 'cause my money grown
I know some niggas got rich off of zones (rich off of zones)
Made double digits off Apple iPhones (brrt)
Throw that shit on, I get fly like a drone
Put dick in her once, she won't leave me alone (leave)
KAPITAL bones, the wallet is Chrome
They say that the opp' been lovin' the song
Eat up the dab when they come around
And then go and put everything we got on
If I got a plate, you know that he ate
I'm too blessed and one thin' I can't do is hate (nah)
I like what you what you doin', just humble yourself
And know we the ones that opened the gate (uh)

Break a brick down, nigga, break a brick down, nigga (yeah, brick)
Break a bitch down, nigga, break a bitch down, nigga (yeah, bitch)
Word around town, nigga, heard your ass get around, nigga (hey)
Get the f*ck from 'round nigga (woo, woo, woo), you ain't even from the town, nigga

(Offset) (yeah)
Big body Urus (big body), fast and the furious (voom)
Grippin' my MAC, watch the rear of the mirror (who dat?)
Baguettes on my neck on the Lear', I'm superior (Lear')
Two-fifty each ear, what you say? I can't hear (huh?)
Shoot dices, my prices, they lower than serious (low)
She ride the dick, speed it up by the gear (go)
Dropped out of school 'cause I didn't wanna hear it (nah)
I was thinkin' 'bout makin' a M every period (yes sir)
Got my shit out the block (block)
Seventeen, hot, tryna plot on the guap (hey)
F*ck that bitch, I had to go and get a knot (knot)
I was on the block, ain't knowin' 'bout a yacht (who?)
Stick in my crotch, Audemars watch (baow)
Burberry shots, I was curvin' a thot (curve)
Got Baby KK a Birkin, why not? (KK)
Bought a AK, fell in love when I shot (AK)
We beat 'em in dough (what else?), we beat 'em in hoes (what else?)
We beat 'em in clothes (what else?), we beat 'em in Lambos and the Rolls (what else?)
Hold up my wrist, it got rocks, light hold (hold)
These boys are my kids, don't talk no more (shh)
I'm stuffin' dick in the back of this ho (huh)
My Rollie got Skittles, you taste the rainbow (Skittles)
Kick down the door, lay 'em down, Kurtis Blow (on God)
Droppin' the load in the Nawf, and it go (Nawf)
Bad, but bitch ain't got nothin' to give (she ain't got nothin')
I'm the dad in this industry, I got some kids (dad)
She wanna f*ck me, I know, I can see it (I can see it)
Just for some clout, niggas jump off a bridge (clout)
I had the drop on the opp and we slid (drop)
I don't be gamblin', my dawg, that's the wig (wig)
Make the money eight ways, I'm a squid (eight ways)
He tellin', he yellin' (yeah), he work with the pigs (woo)

Break a brick down, nigga, break a brick down, nigga (yeah, brick)
Break a bitch down, nigga, break a bitch down, nigga (yeah, bitch)
Word around town, nigga, heard your ass get around, nigga (hey)
Get the f*ck from 'round nigga, you ain't even from the town, nigga (yeah)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Jordan Fox, Kiari Cephus, Kirsnick Ball, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Shane Lindstrom
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Vaccine

(Hit 'em with the jab)
(Buddah Bless this beat)

Pop out (skrrt-skrrt), what's up? (What's up?)
We makin' money in quarantine (quarantine)
Dirty my stick and my whip clean (whip clean)
It's the blue Benjamin's, vaccine (vaccine)
Need to bounce back now I'm taxin' (taxin')
F*ck up the trap, we go tag team (tag team)
Talk on FaceTime, it's no textin' (textin')
Holdin' the fire, who gon' press me? (Press me)

Big weight, we straight (straight)
She do the white like it's Colgate (Colgate)
She still go and get it in four ways (four ways)
When I'm in my city, I feel safe (yeah)
Nigga, I'm bigger than Bill Gates (Billy)
We chase a billion and get paid (billi')
Except for we movin' with AKs (ooh)
These niggas dummies, we make plays (ooh)
Goin' Jumanji, let's go ape (woo, woo)
I put pavé in my Cartiers (pavé)
We don't want bitches that throw shade
If she lookin' like somethin' then we f*ck her face
I'm quick on my toes, no ballet (oh)
Pick up them bowls in valet (oh)
It's Friday, you know it's a cash day (oh)
We don't count up the racks, we count rackades (yeah)

Pop out (skrrt-skrrt), what's up? (What's up?)
We makin' money in quarantine (quarantine)
Dirty my stick and my whip clean (whip clean)
It's the blue Benjamin's, vaccine (vaccine)
Need to bounce back now I'm taxin' (taxin')
F*ck up the trap, we go tag team (tag team)
Talk on FaceTime, it's no textin' (textin')
Holdin' the fire, who gon' press me? (Press me)

(Takeoff)
Racky deposit can't fit in my wallet (racks)
Hop in the coupe and it's feelin' robotic
If we talkin' money, then money the topic (cash)
I been gettin' money, it's my time to pop it (pop)
Double-cup filled to the top and it's toxic (cup)
This bitch got body, no Megan Thee Stallion
She straight out of college, she lookin' exotic (uh)
Bought me a watch and forgot it (f*ck it)
She givin' me knowledge while drivin'
One hand on the wheel, one hand on her noggin (suck it)
She chewin' me like I'm a pill, I'm drinkin' my (oil ?)
I'm smokin' the tropics (smoke)
Send me the addy and drop it (send it)
Don't pick up that "brrt" if you ain't gon' pop it (don't do that)
I see the boy movin' wocky, my bitches elegant, bougie and cocky (they is)
They thought I was born up in Houston
When I bought the Gucci link, came with the rocket (they did)
And then they thought I was Cuban 'cause I had the laced iced-out hockey (I did)
Diamonds bite, Mike Tyson (bite)
That my thot, that ain't wifey (nah)
On the block, it get shiesty (block)
Get that check like we workin' for Nike (check)

Pop out (skrrt-skrrt), what's up? (What's up?)
We makin' money in quarantine (quarantine)
Dirty my stick and my whip clean (whip clean)
It's the blue Benjamin's, vaccine (vaccine)
Need to bounce back now I'm taxin' (taxin')
F*ck up the trap, we go tag team (tag team)
Talk on FaceTime, it's no textin' (textin')
Holdin' the fire, who gon' press me? (Press me)

(Offset)
The money come blue, diamonds sick, got the flu
I been f*ckin' your boo in my Bottega boots
In the jet what I flew (jet)
Reckless, I'm flexin', I'm smokin' polluted (flex)
Way that I'm dressin', they think I'm from Jupiter (dress)
You niggas losin', shawty got zooted, she lickin' my Cubans (lick)
We made a movie (woo), often I'm groovy
Retarded, I'm stupid, I'm pullin' up coupin' (skrrt)
Pandemic, I'm makin' racks in the middle, pandemic (racks)
I'm in a Lambo', I'm swervin' on Lennox (swerve)
When we get to spinnin', I'm bettin' I ain't in it (spin)
Perky .230, I keep like a clinic (woo)
Poppin' my shit, I got racks we can play (pop it)
Bounce on my dick in the back of my Wraith (woo)
Gangin' and bendin', nigga, know we go ape (gang)
Jump out a frog, my money done aged (frog)
Just got a call, million play (M)
I'm in a loft with Brazilian babes (woo, woo)
F*ck up the mall with a hundred lil' K (racks)
I put on vintage J Paul Gautier (ooh)
Wet up her face, she gon' lick off the plate (woo)
F*ck on his bae, old lady (babe)
Maybach, Mercedes
I make an M, that for sure, ain't no maybe (for sure)

Pop out (skrrt-skrrt), what's up? (What's up?)
We makin' money in quarantine (quarantine)
Dirty my stick and my whip clean (whip clean)
It's the blue Benjamin's, vaccine (vaccine)
Need to bounce back now I'm taxin' (taxin')
F*ck up the trap, we go tag team (tag team)
Talk on FaceTime, it's no textin' (textin')
Holdin' the fire, who gon' press me? (Press me)

We makin' money in quarantine
We makin' money in quarantine
We makin' money in quarantine
We makin' money in quarantine, yeah
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Jason Baker, Kiari Cephus, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Quavious Marshall, Tyron Buddah Douglas
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC




Picasso

Yeah
Yeah, yeah (DJ Durel)
(Yeah, Pluto)

Put a fifty round in that Glock
Plush leather when you droppin' the top
I push a button, now I can't stop
I'm doin' donuts, turnin' out the lot
Stayin' vibed out at the spot
A mill' ticket when I pop out
Feedin' all the trill bitches lobster
I'm doin' Marni and Stella McCartney
I made a full three-sixty out the 'partment
I'm like Picasso, I paint me a portrait
I'm gettin' money, takin' drugs with orphans
I'm at the bottom of the mud, where it started
I need Biscotti, gotta smoke by a forest
Got a flock of tens, like an arsenal
This shit makin' a nigga phenomenal
Put the energy on you, you elevate

Put the cut on the fetti and sellin' it
Spend the money on me, you inhalin' it
There's a lot designers to recommend (suu)
If you ride Ferrari, then I'm ridin' in it (skrrt, skrrt)
To the dealers to get on the promise land

Grip the thirty and steel with the other hand (skrrt)
Addicted to birdies and rubber bands
Dividin' the brick with the scissor hands
Balenciaga racks in the shoe box (shoe box)
Upgrade the bando with new locks (new locks)
Pockets stay loaded, Guwop (Guwop)
Look at my drip, this a new drop
Smokin' on forest, ZaZa (exotic)
Drinkin', I'm pourin', all mine (drink)
Them niggas is borin', not mud (mud)
Sendin' off a hundred shots (shots)
Wet the floor like a mop
Spinnin' in soccer vans, hot box
Shoes so dirty from runnin' from cops
Mama said sit down 'fore you get shot (mama)
Young nigga havin' a sit down
'Cause the business here with the mob (business)
Young niggas out here runnin' round
Fifteen years old with a Glock (young nigga)
Young nigga runnin' 'round wildin' with that stick
I told him move smart (stick)
Young nigga havin' a sit down
'Cause the business here with the mob (yeah)
Button it up, I'm comin' sharp (sharp)
Just a young nigga with a plot
Put surveillance all on the spot (suu)
Put a fifty ball in one knot (yeah)

Put a fifty round in that Glock
Plush leather when you droppin' the top
I push a button, now I can't stop
I'm doin' donuts, turnin' out the lot
Stayin' vibed out at the spot
A mill' ticket when I pop out
Feedin' all the trill bitches lobster
I'm doin' Marni and Stella McCartney
I made a full three-sixty out the 'partment
I'm like Picasso, I paint me a portrait
I'm gettin' money, takin' drugs with orphans
I'm at the bottom of the mud, where it started
I need Biscotti, gotta smoke by a forest
Got a flock of tens, like an arsenal
This shit makin' a nigga phenomenal (Takeoff)
Put the energy on you, you elevate

When I count up a check, it's to motivate (motivate)
For all of my niggas, ain't gotta try to make another way (get it)
Lookin' at cars and stars like damn, I'ma be rich one day (rich)
You place your order from over the border, it can get shipped that way (ship it, hey)

We never settlin' (settlin')
Walk with the felony (felony)
I like a thick bitch with melanin (melanin)
We got mansions with camera surveillance (surveillance)
Look at the stars in the Wraith, I see aliens (aliens)
I could dunk on your bitch, but I laid it in (laid it in)
Bought her Birkins then bought her the Wagon Benz (Wagon Benz)
Outer space with this money, on Saturn (Saturn)
Told the bitch ride this shit, gon' and saddle in (saddle in)

I been the nigga that's gettin' it (get it)
If I had started, I gotta finish (finish it)
Never switch up on the business
'Cause when you start, that's when it diminish (diminish)
I went and copped me a link
But it's not the Cuban, it's an infinity (infinity)
Pull out, he shakin' and tremblin' (tremblin')
These niggas sweeter than cinnamon (sweet, hey)

I took the bitch out to Tiffany's (Tiffany's)
Bezel twinkle, this shit sickenin' (twinkle)
The money been talkin', I'm listenin' (listenin')
The switch on the Glock, bullets whistlin'
Two-door Lambo', that shit Listerine (Listerine)
The chopper gon' blow em' to miserine (miserine)
Load up the bando with 'Phetamine ('Phetamine)
The dope, it's gettin' service from Medellín (Medellín)

Put a fifty round in that Glock
Plush leather when you droppin' the top
I push a button, now I can't stop
I'm doin' donuts, turnin' out the lot
Stayin' vibed out at the spot
A mill' ticket when I pop out
Feedin' all the trill bitches lobster
I'm doin' Marni and Stella McCartney
I made a full three-sixty out the 'partments
I'm like Picasso, I paint me a portrait
I'm gettin' money, takin' drugs with orphans
I'm at the bottom of the mud, where it started
I need Biscotti, gotta smoke by a forest
Got a flock of tens, like an arsenal
This shit makin' a nigga phenomenal
Put the energy on you, you elevate
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Daryl McPherson, Denis Berger, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Nayvadius Wilburn, Quavious Keyate Marshall
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Roadrunner

Whoa
You know what I'm sayin'?
Niggas done forgot about this shit, mane
These niggas trippin'
Uh
Hey (Zaytoven)

Maison Margiela, I'm drippin', I'm steppin'
They know that I'm reppin' my gang (gang)
Wockhardt, the Perky, the Addy
I'm mixin' the dope, I got dope in my chain (dope)
Supercharge all of my cars, and I'm goin' to Mars
And this money ain't changed (Mars)
Took off my top, I'm exposin' the brains
I got young niggas ready to stain (grraow)
Told a bad bitch, "Don't speak" (woo)
Left a waterfall on the sheets (hey)
Paintings on the wall, Mona Lisa (Mona)
Switch my ho by the week
Bring my flame to the street
F*ck her in the throat
Keep my name out the street (ugh)
Runnin' to the bank, track meet (bank)
Bricks in the truck, Road Runner, beep-beep (beep-beep)

Don't give a f*ck if a bitch is a nun (nun)
She suckin' me numb, 'til I go to sleep (numb)
Woke up and told myself I am the don (don)
Then bought me a Dawn, that shit wasn't cheap (woo)
Nah, nah, ain't givin' no ones (nah)
I got a lil' stick and a arm with a reach
Trap out the wide body Jeep (wide body)
You already know 'bout the robotic key (robotic)
Ran out of thunder, the trap doin' numbers (number)
Burn out the 'Cat, but I serve in the Honda (burn out)
Savin' my money, my vision was tunnel (woo)
Remember I thought that a hundred was somethin'
I chose the streets and it's hurtin' my mama (my mama)
I heard the beat and the millions start comin'
I had no money, been locked in the jungle (no money)
I drive the coupe and it's not in the summer (uh-uh)
Back 'gainst the wall, they abandoned a G (back 'gainst the wall)
The Za' it keep tastin' like candy to me (ZaZa)
Thotty can f*ck on my man and then me (thot, thot)
Porta potty the opp, and you smell the debree (stain)
The block, the Naw' is embedded in me (Nawf)
Leave him hot, he got hit with the cut in his sleep (cut)
I paid a dub to my brother, let's eat (dub)
Bought my bitch a new Urus and buttered the seats

Maison Margiela, I'm drippin', I'm steppin'
They know that I'm reppin' my gang (gang) (my gang)
Wockhardt, the Perky, the Addy
I'm mixin' the dope, I got dope in my chain (dope in my chain)
Supercharge all of my cars, and I'm goin' to Mars
And this money ain't changed (money ain't change) (Mars)
Took off my top, I'm exposin' the brains
I got young niggas ready to stain (grraow)
Told a bad bitch, "Don't speak" (woo)
Left a waterfall on the sheets (hey)
Paintings on the wall, Mona Lisa (Mona)
Switch my ho by the week
Bring my flame to the street
F*ck her in the throat
Keep my name out the street (ugh)
Runnin' to the bank, track meet (bank)
Bricks in the truck, Road Runner, beep-beep (beep-beep)

Demon in the gladiator Jeep (skrrt)
Low key movin' in the streets (low key)
Bulletproof trucks in the fleet (rraow)
Mafia ties too deep (go)
I cut the inside of the Mercedes, I'm crazy (go)
Don't trap in one spot, we'll switch the location (switch)
Ordered it up and it came with some gravy (brr)
Bigger the bails, better come with the payment (uh)
Ain't nothin' just to knock somethin' off (knock somethin')
Top floor sittin' like a boss (top)
Brrt, there go the call (brrt)
Dem know it's dem niggas fault (uh)
Behind the back, double the cross
No, I'm not talkin' bout dribble the ball (I'm tellin' ya)
We buckin' that shit on the law (we buckin')
Young Gotti, the way we get off (Gotti)
From the beginnin' (beginnin')
We had the talent to win it (soo)
Protectin' the business (go)
I'm buyin' the block new extensions (buyin' the block)
You can not walk in my J's, you kiddin'
You will be finished (you niggas bitches)
Hustle mentality, Mamba mentality
Scrape every dollar and penny (ooh)

Maison Margiela, I'm drippin', I'm steppin'
They know that I'm reppin' my gang (gang) (my gang)
Wockhardt, the Perky, the Addy
I'm mixin' the dope, I got dope in my chain (dope in my chain)
Supercharge all of my cars, and I'm goin' to Mars
And this money ain't changed (money ain't change) (Mars)
Took off my top, I'm exposin' the brains
I got young niggas ready to stain (grraow)
Told a bad bitch, "Don't speak" (woo)
Left a waterfall on the sheets (hey)
Paintings on the wall, Mona Lisa (Mona)
Switch my ho by the week
Bring my flame to the street
F*ck her in the throat
Keep my name out the street (ugh)
Runnin' to the bank, track meet (bank)
Bricks in the truck, Road Runner, beep-beep (beep-beep)

Big stones, it's a waterfall leak (leak)
I never been a clone, it's only one of me
When I slide, when I ride, keep the fire under me (fire)
Niggas in the street don't think shit's sweet (sweet)
Your bitch act right, I give her a treat (treat)
Chrome heart jeans and Patek Phillipe (ice)
She want a Birkin, I tell her go work it (work)
She ain't gon' sit there and get it for free (nah)
Lil' bitty bitch, she petite (she is)
Thinkin' 'bout takin' her home with me (I might)
She hop in the coupe, get to frownin' her face
'Cause she talkin' 'bout the ZaZa stink (ew)
My ice came from Elliot
No not the water that's outta your sink (no)
Got so many Ks, confederate
Don't think about touchin' on my Cuban link (brrt)
I got the gang in ink
All of my bro's gon' stain for me (stain)
I flood the gang with chains
'Cause I know that they won't change on me (never)
Me and the coupe, that's a couple (coupe)
I throw the racks in the duffle (cash)
I gotta' ride with a cutter
Styro' the cup, and it gotta' be double (drank)

Maison Margiela, I'm drippin', I'm steppin'
They know that I'm reppin' my gang (gang) (my gang)
Wockhardt, the Perky, the Addy
I'm mixin' the dope, I got dope in my chain (dope in my chain)
Supercharge all of my cars, and I'm goin' to Mars
And this money ain't changed (money ain't change) (Mars)
Took off my top, I'm exposin' the brains
I got young niggas ready to stain (grraow)
Told a bad bitch, "Don't speak" (woo)
Left a waterfall on the sheets (hey)
Paintings on the wall, Mona Lisa (Mona)
Switch my ho by the week
Bring my flame to the street
F*ck her in the throat
Keep my name out the street (ugh)
Runnin' to the bank, track meet (bank)
Bricks in the truck, Road Runner, beep-beep
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Writer: John Antonio Carrington, Khari Kirsnick Ball, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Xavier Dotson
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., EMPIRE PUBLISHING




What You See

Ayy, baby
I got a question

Baby, I wanna know what you see in me? (What?)
Tell me the truth, keep it a hunnid, keep it G with me (hunnid)
Ain't no love up in these streets, and life ain't promisin' (nah)
How many times that you got mad, or told me you done with me? (Every time)
All these hoes you think I'm talkin' to, mean nothin' to me (who?)
Hop on the jet, come with me, and come live comfortably (come)
I ain't bringin' my gang, you ain't bringin' your friends, we don't need no company (nah)
If I hit me a lick, and I told you I'm hot, would you go on a run with me? (Run)
Tryna check my phone and look at my messages, see who I'm messagin' (check it)
Make her real mad, but she can't find shit, and there ain't no evidence (none)
You say you love me, you say you want to be with me (me)
I'm askin' questions, and I need you to answer me (please)

I wanna know, I wanna know (ooh)
What you want from me? What you want from me?
Yeah, I wanna know (I wanna know)
'Cause if I plant the seed I want it to grow (want it to grow)

(Quavo)
I'ma plant this seed (plant this seed)
'Cause I want you to grow with me (let's grow)
If I don't see you in my dreams (in my dreams)
I won't ever go to sleep
In my right mind (in my right mind)
She show the right signs, yeah (ooh)
We all on FaceTime (FaceTime)
She askin', "Is that pipe mine?," Yep
If I had to do jail time (if I went to jail)
Is that pussy still mine? (Is it mine?)
If I was down to my last dime (woo, to my last)
Would you slide, go Bonnie and Clyde? (Slide, ooh-ooh)
You gotta' tell me

I wanna know (ooh)
What you want from me? What you want from me?
Yeah, I wanna know (I wanna know)
'Cause if I plant the seed I want it to grow (want it to grow)

(Offset)
Do not judge a thug (thug)
Do not judge the way I love
I know I f*cked it up (I f*cked it up)
You know pain is love
You tried to hang it up (but pain is love)
All on the blogs and shit
This fame and shit, get dangerous (dangerous)
What you want from me? (What you want?)
What you see in me? (What you see?)
'Cause I'm thuggin', chopper I'm huggin'
Niggas ain't real as me (grraow)
I'm wit' you fa sho' (fa sho')
Why you brin'in' up all the hoes that want your ass to go
You must be dumb or slow
You need some time to grow
I can make your bag grow (bag)
She makin' it clap slow
I bought her the Patek, it's rose gold (froze)
I don't trust these hoes
'Cause she wanna f*ck in my Lambo' (skrrt)
Shorty would go, if I was down bad, no money to blow (shorty'd leave)

I wanna know, I wanna know (ooh)
What you want from me? What you want from me?
Yeah, I wanna know (I wanna know)
'Cause if I plant the seed I want it to grow (want it to grow)
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Writer: Daryl McPherson, Jerel Nance, Justin Drew Bieber, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Miguel Curtidor, Quavious Keyate Marshall
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Jane

That what you want?

She want a Birkin, I told her, "Work it"
She want a Birkin, I told her, "Work it"
She want a Birkin, I told her, "Work it"
She want a Birkin, I told her, "Work it"
She want a Birkin, I told her, "Work it"
She want a Birkin, I told her, "Work it"
She want a Birkin, I told her, "Work it"
She want a Birkin, I told her, woo

A hunnid thousand for a bag (hunnid)
That's a whole lotta cash (cash)
I bought a watch and made it glass (glass)
And copped a coupe so I can drag (skrrt)
I bought a bag and made 'em mad (bag)
I bought the bag just to brag (woo, woo, woo, woo)
I put your bitch in the Birkin, I told her to work it
I think she deserve it (hey)
I throw that money, she pick it up urgent (hey)
I'ma put couple mill', go tell lil' birdie (brr)
Niggas ain't ballin', go put up your jersey
I'm in the Maybach, it came with the curtains (big body)
You bought the bag, I heard you was hurtin'
Tryna get thirty big, by the time I'm thirty
You bought that jewelry and put on your neck
And I heard it was turnin' (turnin')
Colors, I bought her the bag
The Birkin is pink and told her to work it (work it)
If you do right for the night, I cop you the mink
The matchin' is perfect (mwah)
She told me, "Talk to her nice"
Poppin' these Perkies and buyin' these purses (pop 'em)
Take-Take-Takeoff

She want a Birkin, I told her, "Work it"
She want a Birkin, I told her, "Work it"
She want a Birkin, I told her, "Work it"
She want a Birkin, I told her, "Work it"
She want a Birkin, I told her, "Work it"
She want a Birkin, I told her, "Work it" (yessir)
She want a Birkin, I told her, "Work it" (hey)
She want a Birkin, I tell her (Offset, woo)

Baddie lil' bitch, she a sassy lil' bitch (baddie)
She told me Coco for an average bitch (Coco)
Ratchet, but she livin' lavish (Birkin)
This Birkin is nasty (nasty)
Eighty-five K for this package (woo)
Your pockets get put in a casket (hey)
I drop that top off the coupe (the top)
Ooh, they think I'm Criss Angel, do magic (Criss Angel)
They was hatin' on the gang, had Pateks (Pateks)
I can see these niggas mad, I got the baddest (woo)
I'm happy, this bag came with panties (I'm happy)
Forty-five K for the handle (forty-five)
Birkin bag real rare like a panda (rare)
The fur, this mink is an animal (this fur)
It's smoke, don't choke, we handle 'em (don't choke)
I'm the GOAT, you know I will challenge you (I'm the GOAT)
That's my ho, her Birkin from Canada
I tell her, "Work it" (work), 'fore you get Birkins (Birkins)
Mansion was furbished (furbished)
You want a purse (purse), you be my servant (servant)
You be my nurse (nurse), diamonds detergent (detergent)
I'm on a Perc' (Perc'), give me neck service (service)
We from the Nawf, the bando was the worstest (worst)
My wrist is a public service (woo)
Announcement, she got a Birkin (announce it)

She want a Birkin, I told her, "Work it"
She want a Birkin, I told her, "Work it"
She want a Birkin, I told her, "Work it"
She want a Birkin, I told her, "Work it"
She want a Birkin, I told her, "Work it"
She want a Birkin, I told her, "Work it"
She want a Birkin, I told her, "Work it"
She want a Birkin, I tell her (woo)

Work that shit for that lil' Birkin, bitch (work)
The lil' Birkin bag ain't gon' hurt you, bitch (no)
This money work for all purposes (money)
This money cater all services (woo)
It's a bag, go invest in your bag
The value goin' up in prices (prices)
Cop a rocket then I'm poppin' the tag
They bitin' the drip, Mikey Tyson (bitin')
I put on this shit, I'm the nicest
She gonna suck me and tell me her vices (now)
She wear the Birkin with Nikes (yeah)
Tequila get her excited (yeah)
It's smoke out the chopper, he tried it (baow)
I let him live 'cause I'm surrounded by tings
And all of them bitches, they vibin' (vibe)
It's a Birkin, she just won a Heisman

She want a Birkin, I told her, "Work it"
She want a Birkin, I told her, "Work it"
She want a Birkin, I told her, "Work it"
She want a Birkin, I told her, "Work it"
She want a Birkin, I told her, "Work it"
She want a Birkin, I told her, "Work it"
She want a Birkin, I told her, "Work it"
She want a Birkin, I tell her (woo)
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Writer: Brytavious Chambers, Diamante Blackmon, Kevin Gomringer, Kiari Cephus, Kirsnick Ball, Quavious Marshall, Tim Gomringer
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Antisocial

Don't forget it, I ain't had love in a minute
I was on the drugs for a minute, I'm sorry
(Murda on the beat so it's not nice)
I ain't had love in a minute
I been on drugs for a minute
I ain't hit my plug in a minute

I ain't had love in a minute
I been on drugs for a minute
I ain't hit my plug in a minute
Lately, I been drownin' in my feelings

(Takeoff)
When I'm in my feelings, I pour me some codeine just so I can feel it (drank, lean)
No doctor, nurse, or pharmacy needed, the way I prescrip' it (sip it)
Pray I don't get cursed, rebukin' the demons with the Holy Spirit (God)
And I was makin' it work, before I had fame, I had to go get it (did it)
I'm down to run up some M&Ms, my niggas, you wit' it? (M&M)
The cash, the rack, the bags, the few synonyms, my niggas, you get it? (Cheese)
You tryna f*ck with the rocket? What's in your pocket? Better come wit' it (come wit' it)
Word around town, there's a body, homi', first degree murder, had did it (brrt)
Don't know what you heard, but they lyin'
If I ain't the greatest, then who is you kiddin'? (Who?)
I go and put on a piece of my jewelry, my definition of chillin' (ice)
Ain't been in love in a minute, so, baby, I'm sorry if I lose the feeling (sorry)
They want us to stop takin' drugs, but ain't nobody stoppin' the killin' (why?)

I ain't had love in a minute
I been on drugs for a minute (hey, hey)
I ain't hit my plug in a minute (woo)
Lately, I been drownin' in my feelings (yeah, yeah)

I was drownin' in a pint of lean
I could see the demons in my sleep
I was lookin' for the loyalty
Takin' more drugs then Medellin
I lost my dawg to fentanyl, and I wasn't dissin' Lil Peep
Pop Smoke, rest in peace, wish I could put him under my wing
For my dawgs, give me a call, I'ma fall through
I need the same in return when I call you
Just look at what this world done came to
If we don't stick together then we all lose
We can't explain it (no), the world rotatin' (woah)
We can't stay patient, please give us an explanation (yeah)
Before we go crazy, we need savin' (savin')
'Cause I think we all above rehabilitation (woah)
Get on your job (job)
You gotta get all your niggas involved
'Cause breakin' the code like breakin' the law (ayy)
Antisocial, don't say what you saw, no (nope)
They showin' you love, then please don't fall

I ain't had love in a minute (no love, no)
I been on drugs for a minute (on drugs, yeah)
I ain't hit my plug in a minute (hit my plug, no)
Lately, I been drownin' in my feelings (drown)
I ain't had love in a minute (no love, no)
I been on drugs for a minute (on drugs, yeah)
I ain't hit my plug in a minute (hit my plug, no)
Lately, I been drownin' in my feelings (drown)
I ain't had love in a minute (ain't had no love)
I been on drugs for a minute (I ain't had no love, no, no)
Lately, I been drownin' in my feelings

Now I lay me down to sleep
(Okay, now-now let me-let me go over)
Pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake
Just walk me through the night, and walk me through the Heaven gate
Just walk me through the night, and walk me through the Heaven gate
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Writer: Kiari Cephus, Kirsnick Ball, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Rasool Diaz, Shane Lindstrom, Jarad Higgins
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Why Not

Ooh
Woo
Go

Get money (go), why not? (Cash)
I sell a brick on your block (brick)
You think shit sweet, but you know now (sweet)
I'll f*ck your bitch in your spot (woah)
Young nigga runnin' 'round too hot (hot)
Young nigga burnt out, burnt out (burnt)
12 pullin' up so we burnt out (skrrt)
Sweet lil' bitch, now she turnt out (soo)

Remember that time, that lil' great lil' Audi with the rubberband tires (I remember)
Remember that time, in the bando, in the house with the boards on the sides (uh)
Ain't even have no fire, gettin' beat, gettin' stomped til' a nigga get tired (stomped)
Everybody talkin' that cap (woo), 'til a nigga get papped (woo), I know a nigga lyin', uh
Nigga ain't flexin', nigga I'm outside, nigga your bitch just pressin' (bitch)
When I bought the Presi', I put the big boy nuggets in the big boy necklace (soo, soo, soo), uh
Look at my section (section), nothin' but them playa's, it's a big boy blessin' (playa's)
Freak some' little bitch sexy (sexy)
She on go, yeah, she ready (she ready)
I drive the coupe like Andretti's
Nigga gon' spin, gon' spray no confetti (spin)
The bankroll way too heavy
Walk with a Wap, with a Wap, no Fetty (walk)
Handin' out a gifts like Orpah
He gets some P's and she gets a Birkin (you get a Birkin)
Turn me a f*ck nigga over
Washin' my hands with bleach and detergent (go)
Washin' my hands with bleach and detergent (woo)
In the Maybach, with the new curtains (curtains)
Flippin' them bands, the one that we workin' (bands)
Built her from scratch, and now she too perfect (scratch)
Whoa, what was that? (Whoa)
All these bitches ass fat (fat)
And they naked and they bad (bad)
For that pussy, it's a tax
Oh no no, goin out sad (no)
I just ordered up a bag (no, no)
Sellin' drip (drip), f*ck a swag (drip)
I put diamonds on my glass (glass), uh

Get money (go), why not?
I'll sell a brick on your block (brick)
You think shit sweet, but you know now (sweet)
I f*ck your bitch in your spot (woah)
Young nigga runnin' 'round too hot
Young nigga burnt out, burnt out (burnt)
12 pullin' up so we burnt out (skrrt)
Sweet lil' bitch, now she turnt out

Free them niggas still sendin' green dots (free)
F*ck all the opps, they get red dots (f*ck em')
No need to buy it
That's a waste of money on the vest 'cause my nigga takin' headshots
I'm in the skies
F*ck a coolant on the stick when the shells hot (hot)
I got the vibes (vibes)
Know I got drugs, they call me the med doc (Takeoff)
Niggas be hoes (hoes)
Call him baby boy, 'cause he got put in a headlock (ha)
Breakin' that bowl (whip it)
Got head from your thot in a Red Eye (damn)
Brand new strap, they dead stock
Talk to a bitch like Red Foxx (bitch)
I spent a two on a factory watch
Thought a nigga with no money said somethin'
I'm high and they pray on my downfall
I'm geekin', I'm starin' at walls
Forgot I had mixed the Perky with the Adderall
Got the soda for me and Chris Paul (clean, drank)
Maybach, why not? These niggas cap, lemme find out (cap)
Young niggas ready to wild out (spend)
They get too much money, timeout (hold on)

Get money (go), why not? (Get it)
I sell a brick on your block (brick)
You think shit sweet, but you know now (pussy)
I'll f*ck your bitch in your spot (woah)
Young nigga runnin' 'round too hot (hot-hot)
Young nigga burnt out, burnt out (burnt)
12 pullin' up so we burnt out (skrrt)
Sweet lil' bitch, now she turnt out (send it)

Lick for a lick (lick), walk with a stick (go)
We'll stick him up, Rollie come off his wrist (whoa)
Adoptin' the choppa's I make 'em my kids (adoptin' the choppa's)
Givin' her Percs and I'm givin' her dick
Crocodile Prada, this belt cost a fit (crocodile)
He got a bag out his stomach, the shit (ugh)
He a f*ck-nigga, f*ck on his bitch (f*ck-nigga)
When they shoot when they aim they don't miss (pow-pow)
Fire, hot, we on the boat with the thots, fire (thots)
I send the blitz, then somebody gon' cry (blitz)
Lift up my wrist, put the sun in the sky
That niggas sweet, that nigga pie (he sweet)
He seein' demons, just look in his eye (demons)
Like my demeanor, she f*ckin' right now (right now)
I let it ring and they duckin' right now (right now)
Dropped outta school, turned to a criminal
F*ck all the rules, run up the regiment (run up the racks)
7-6-2, played and I'm sendin' em' (sendin' em')
Fifty a drum, I call it cinnamon (fifty)
Steppin' (hey), for the name in the game, what you reppin'? (What gang?)
Gotta' move in the street with a weapon (fire)
Put the guettes' on the face of the bezel (guettes')
Drop the pin, we'll spin on whoever

Get money (go), why not? (Get it)
I sell a brick on your block (brick)
You think shit sweet, but you know now
I'll f*ck your bitch in your spot (woah)
Young nigga runnin' 'round too hot
Young nigga burnt out, burnt out (burnt)
12 pullin' up so we burnt out (skrrt)
Sweet lil' bitch, now she turnt out (soo)
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Writer: Daryl McPherson, Jerel Nance, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Quavious Keyate Marshall
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Mahomes

(BGudini, spell that shit)

S-U-C-C-E-S-S, havin' success
B-L-E-S-S, yes, niggas is blessed
Ten toes down, that's a bag in Atlanta (ten toes)
It ain't no pressure, but you still keep a hammer (no, no)
Bitches on bitches, like to f*ck they friends
They done lowered their standards and errybody cool with it
Young niggas sendin' them shots, just bought a new chopper
He'll show you he a fool with it
Which one ya on? Body for body, we havin' bags full of bones (bones)
Came back rich, woulda thought it was a clone
All these Za' bags, woulda thought it home grown
Huncho the chief, had to send it to Mahomes
Franchise tag, everybody want a loan (Mahomes)

We kicked the door down and we made some money
And we left it open for y'all to come in
Gave 'em the blueprint to shake the whole world
And even done showed 'em the robotic Benz
Mama, she told me to watch for the enemies
Even the ones you call your friends
Charge it to the game, or call it a penalty
F*ck it, I'll switch it up and come back again (woo)
Every time I'm up, man, I know I'm up ten (ten)
Nigga can get close, I'll stretch it out again (stretch)
Came from the trap, never trapped in a pin (no)
But I send big care packs to the pen' (pen')
Gang for the win, gang for the win (win)
Take' and Offset, they'll stain somthin', twin (twin)
Creepin' at night, we were walkin' with revenge ('venge)
Jason with a knife, we were walkin' with grin (grin)
Who was Montana?
Tony Montana wouldn't live one night if he stayed in Atlanta
You tryna go viral, leave ya name on a banner
Nigga want smoke, but it's all in the camera

S-U-C-C-E-S-S, havin' success
B-L-E-S-S, yes, niggas is blessed
Ten toes down, that's a bag in Atlanta (ten toes)
It ain't no pressure, but you still keep a hammer (no, no)
Bitches on bitches, like to f*ck they friends
They done lowered their standards and errybody cool with it
Young niggas sendin' them shots, just bought a new chopper
He'll show you he a fool with it
Which one ya on? Body for body, we havin' bags full of bones (bones)
Came back rich, woulda thought it was a clone
All these Za' bags, woulda thought it home grown
Huncho the chief, had to send it to Mahomes (hey)
Franchise tag, everybody want a loan

(Offset)
Gang, we The Beatles (gang), in ya vein like a needle (vein)
Fast like a cheetah when I hit the gas, I'ma leave 'em (skrrt)
Buckle down with the band like we playin' on a seesaw (woo)
Can't forget my man, I put them bands on a Kia (racks)
We was beatin' niggas with our bare hands, show what we 'bout (yessir)
Niggas sellin' grubs, I had to hustle outta FILAs (hustle)
Knew I wanted money, I was five, I was knee-high (five)
I'ma have to keep her, I ain't goin' out like B-I (fire)
Made ya lil' niggas, lil' basic lil' niggas (basic)
We was in the basement hidin' paper, they ain't listen (hey)
My wrist blowin' kisses, we done f*cked all your bitches (come here)
Necklace, look like I just got out a blizzard (ice)
Bad bitch, bought a lil' Chanel, it cost a nickel (baddie)
Told the bitch to ride this shit, bicycle (ride)
Supersize Lambo', wide body, whip it (wide)
I put a lil' switch up on the Glock, I'm tryna zip 'em (frrp)
We put on the move and put the thotty on to kill 'em (thotty)
Went and bought the buildin', this some million dollar dealings (yeah)
I ain't worried 'bout a pussy nigga, drop my ceilin' (no)
Hibernate the millions, Nawfside legends (Nawf)

S-U-C-C-E-S-S, havin' success
B-L-E-S-S, yes, niggas is blessed
Ten toes down, that's a bag in Atlanta (ten toes)
It ain't no pressure, but you still keep a hammer (no, no)
Bitches on bitches, like to f*ck they friends
They done lowered their standards and errybody cool with it
Young niggas sendin' them shots, just bought a new chopper
He'll show you he a fool with it
Which one ya on? Body for body, we havin' bags full of bones (bones)
Came back rich, woulda thought it was a clone
All these Za' bags, woulda thought it home grown
Huncho the chief, had to send it to Mahomes
Franchise tag, everybody want a loan

(Takeoff)
Franchise player, had to send it to Mahomes
Never send it through your phone, had to get it on my own (get it)
I know right from wrong, but I'm playin' all along
Never show 'em your emotions and tell 'em what you be on
It'll f*ck your mind up when your bag get blown (bag)
Depend on who the person, gotta be mentally strong (strong)
You just gotta run it up and never ever fold (no)
Pickin' up a load, never askin' for a loan (never)
B-L-E-S-S, niggas is blessed (blessed)
Flickin' through a check while I'm sittin' on a jet (jet)
Niggas flex for the 'Net, be some niggas I ain't met (never)
I can up a milli' if I ever get depressed (milli')
I bought the semi and you know I can suppress (brrt)
And every time I see the bag, I see another one
Shoutout to Khaled 'cause they know that we the best
I know some niggas that be hatin' on success (hatin')
I know my niggas, they be prayin' for the best (pray)
Niggas throwin' salt' cause they got less (throwin')
Ain't get no straightenin' when a nigga got pressed (pressed)

S-U-C-C-E-S-S, havin' success
B-L-E-S-S, yes, niggas is blessed
Ten toes down, that's a bag in Atlanta (ten toes)
It ain't no pressure, but you still keep a hammer (no, no)
Bitches on bitches, like to f*ck they friends
They done lowered their standards and errybody cool with it
Young niggas sendin' them shots, just bought a new chopper
He'll show you he a fool with it
Which one ya on? Body for body, we havin' bags full of bones (bones)
Came back rich, woulda thought it was a clone
All these Za' bags, woulda thought it home grown
Huncho the chief, had to send it to Mahomes
Franchise tag, everybody want a loan (Mahomes)

If you really want it, you'll get it on your own
You ain't got time to be callin' nigga phone
Still gotta get it in the field, you ain't did nothin' wrong
Say you really want it, you'll get it on your own
Still, yeah, if he ain't really got it I'll give it to Mahomes
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Writer: Daryl McPherson, Gleb Protasov, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Quavious Keyate Marshall
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Handle My Business

F*ck nigga done forgot about this shit, y'all niggas, you know
We can see y'all flop, we can see you niggas hatin'
Yeah, it ain't no secret
Hey

Handle my business, I'm grown (woo)
I'm tryna make me a B 'fore I'm gone (billion)
There's drugs in my chromosomes (there's drugs)
Yeah, we thugs, don't know right from wrong (we thugs)
(You know we don't know no better, know what I'm sayin', woo
Somebody gotta teach us somethin', woo, woo, woo)
Boardin' a jet with a bad bitch that's wet (jet)
Breakin' her back, and I gave her a check (check)
Bottega flex, I got Marni on deck (Bottega)
Dolce Gabbana, lil' mama, oh yes (Dolce & Gabbana)
(Spend a little check on this bitch, you know
A little somethin', somethin'
Nothin' too crazy, a little somethin', woo, woo, woo)

We brought it back, like the eighties with crack
Nobody frontin', we takin' your pack (take that)
We changed the game, nigga, keep it a stack (gang)
Not takin' chains, if he play he get whacked (whacked)
All facts, no cap (no cap)
We makin' millions, we known for that (yessir)
Hate on my gang, we too grown for that
I keep the fire, not alone, or lackin' (Offset)
Nigga, ain't stoppin' this shit, I been poppin' my shit (poppin')
Holdin' your leg, 'cause I'm holdin' my bitch (hold on)
Holdin' my blick, I don't trust nobody (nobody)
They playin' dirty, they know that I'm it (dirty)
Suck on my dick, bitch, you know how to spit (spit)
Hang with no cliques, I don't know who would switch (nah)
Countin' these racks, I done sprained my wrist (racks)
I taught you boys how to maintain your bitch (hey)
We came from nothin', I think they forgot ('got)
Runnin' from 12 with a zip in my crotch (12)
Go hit the lot, pink's in my chain, yeah, pinks in my watch (pinks)
Balenci' frames, vintage supply (vintage)
Taught 'em the way, they copied my fly (copied)
Go to my page, I know that you spy (spyin')
They say they ain't hatin', I know that's a lie (cap)
Spinnin', we put a lil' bitch in the sky (spin)
Winnin', my blessings, they come from the sky (woo)
I took a pic with a fan, she was shy (shy)
Way that she lookin', she couldn't believe her eyes (woo)
Know I was chosen, I know I'm that guy (guy)
We took it global, and ain't no denyin' (global)
I'm staying focused and savin' my knot (focused)
Ready to slide, if there's some beef, then my gang gon' fry it (ah)

Handle my business, I'm grown (woo)
I'm tryna make me a B 'fore I'm gone (billion)
There's drugs in my chromosomes (there's drugs)
Yeah, we thugs, don't know right from wrong (we thugs)
(You know we don't know no better, know what I'm sayin', woo
Somebody gotta teach us somethin', woo, woo, woo)
Boardin' a jet with a bad bitch that's wet (jet)
Breakin' her back, and I gave her a check (check)
Bottega flex, I got Marni on deck (Bottega)
Dolce Gabbana, lil' mama, oh yes (Dolce & Gabbana)
(Spend a little check on this bitch, you know
A little somethin', somethin'
Nothin' too crazy, a little somethin')
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo, woo, woo)

(Huncho)
Holdin' the fire, (yeah) yeah
Fishtail turnin' out the trap (skrrt)
Servin' 'em for the high (serve)
Kickin' Za' bags with a stamp (kick it)
In the bando, one lamp (whip it)
Still tryna whip it 'til it bounce
Just a lil' young nigga gettin' off ounces (yeah)
Now that I'm up, we can get off the mountains
I need help to count it (go)
Call my accountant, this four hunnid racks
We just made that lil' shit outta town (four packs)
Back to back 'Clarens and back to back Rolls (ooh, ooh)
We had to go get this shit out the ground (go get it)
Back to back tactical shit we done showed (bah, activate tactical mode)
How many times I'ma tell you these niggas some hoes when they get exposed? (Yeah)
Handle my business, I'm grown, I had to go snatch a nigga's soul, yeah (snatch)
Wipe a nigga nose, washin' his blood out my clothes, yeah (go)
Shoot out the drop top, make a nigga block hot
Still gotta right them wrongs, yeah (brrt-brrt)
Don't touch my phone, nigga I'm grown, I talk on my own, you know that I (uh)

Handle my business, I'm grown (woo)
I'm tryna make me a B 'fore I'm gone (billion)
There's drugs in my chromosomes (there's drugs)
Yeah, we thugs, don't know right from wrong (we thugs)
(You know we don't know no better, know what I'm sayin'
Somebody gotta teach us somethin', woo, woo, woo)
Boardin' a jet with a bad bitch that's wet (jet)
Breakin' her back, and I gave her a check (check)
Bottega flex, I got Marni on deck (Bottega)
Dolce Gabbana, lil' mama, oh yes (Dolce & Gabbana)
(Spend a little check on this bitch, you know
Nothin' too crazy, a little somethin' somethin', woo, woo, woo)

(Takeoff)
I keep the fire in the pocket of the jacket
They know I ain't gon' show it, but they know I'm packin' (brr)
Stop all that talkin', we know that you actin' (stop)
We havin' motion, and causin' a havoc
I heard she left with a bag, that's tragic
I can't blame the bitch, I'm blamin' her pappy (pappy)
Look at my ice, bitch, I'm not your average (ice)
Look at my life, bitch, I'm livin' lavish
We pick up that stick, you know we gon' blast it
He went on a mission, he knew he was crashin' (crash)
Them red, blue, and whites, harass 'em (12)
I'm screamin', "F*ck 12" like it's cancer (f*ck 'em)
Took the game and hold it for ransom (hold it)
Until they give me my answers (give me mine)
On why niggas ain't winnin' Grammy's (why?)
And gettin' the check, we demand it (why?)

Handle my business, I'm grown
I'm tryna make me a B 'fore I'm gone (billi')
There's drugs in my chromosomes (drugs)
Yeah, we thugs, don't know right from wrong (thugs)
(You know we don't know no better, know what I'm sayin')
(We don't know no better)
(Somebody gotta teach us somethin', woo, woo, woo)
(Somebody please)
Boardin' a jet with a bad bitch that's wet (splash)
Breakin' her back, and I gave her a check (check)
Bottega flex, I got Marni on deck (Bottega)
Dolce Gabbana, lil' mama, oh yes (mama)
(Spend a little check on this bitch, you know
Nothin' too crazy, a little somethin' somethin')
You go to smell me
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Writer: Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Ozan Yildirim, Quavious Keyate Marshall
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC




Time for Me

I 'preciate you
You makin' me realize all the time I wasted
Thinkin' 'bout them bando days, goin' back to the basic
But I don't really think you know that though
So I thought I'd explain it

In the bando I hated starvin' (starvin')
In the bando I hated starvin' (bando)
So many late nights I had to lock in
Spinnin' and finessin' niggas, robbin' (spinnin')
When the gang meet at the 'partments
There's only the gang that's important (gang)
Keepin' it real in all fields
And clean up your spills, you never get extorted (for real)

The Nawf ain't raised nothin' dumb (nuh-uh)
You niggas can't take nothin' from me (nothin' from me)
Feel like I been raised in the jungle (jungle)
My mama ain't raised no dummy (mama)
Nah, I ain't never been a scrub (scrub)
Shit get sticky out the mud
Five watches plain, three flood (flood)
Nigga want smoke, it's all love
Nigga want smoke, it's all love (smoke)
Don't get it twisted, I still keep it on me
I'll spin the whole block, just 'cause (skrrt, skrrt)
Young nigga please don't do it (no)
Shit get sticky like mud (mud)
Five watches plain, three flood (flood)
Ain't got time, but I got time today
I ain't even goin' for a mean mug (mug)
Buckshots, straight slugs
I got blue tips in this gun (blue)
Ain't even goin' for none (no, no)
Twelve, yeah, squally I run (twelve)
Young nigga fresh out on bond (yeah)
Ain't got time, but I got time today
When you see me, please don't judge (nope)
In the bando I hated starvin' (starvin')

(Hey)
In the trenches, I had to rob 'em
Sinnin' and spinnin' and shootin' carbons (spin)
They go body for body, coffin for coffin (body for body)
She gon' dive in my water just like a dolphin (dolphin)
Pull up in Ferraris, see the boss in here
Bitch nigga, we don't even rock with them (bitch nigga)
One life to live, can't pause the film (hoo)
Hey, what's your name, baby? (What's your name?)
I can see it in your eyes, you been through pain, baby (pain)
I can tell I make you shy, I'm not a lame, baby (lame)
Get money and I get high on private planes, lady (get money)
Two Tommys to get the spinnin' 'til they feel lazy (two Tommys)
Twinkle, twinkle, yellow diamonds like I urinated (twinkle, twinkle, twinkle)
I done been in situations, never cooperated (never cooperated)
We can always have a talk, long as the guap related (long as the racks involved, yeah)

In the bando I hated starvin' (starvin')
In the bando I hated starvin' (starvin')
So many late nights had to lock in (yeah)
Spinnin' and finessin' niggas robbin' (robbin')
When the gang meet at the 'partments (yeah)
There's only the gang that's important (important)
Keepin' it real in all fields
And clean up your spills, you never get extorted (extorted)

(Takeoff)
I ain't never get extorted (never)
God first, my family, the gang, that's important (the gang)
I miss the fans and the game, miss the feelin' of performin' (I miss you)
Thankin' God on my knees when I wake up in the mornin'
The legendary bando days in my grandma house recordin' (grandma)
Back when I was sippin' Act' and movin' like a tortoise (drank)
Finessin' for them Benjamins, runnin' faster than Forrest (run)
I'ma take that bag and plant a seed, watch how I grow it (grow it)
It ain't now or 'nother, I do this shit for my mother (mama)
Feelin' like I'm Russell, collecting a triple-double (Russell)
Lookin' at these nigga, we know that we got 'em shook (look up)
And I ain't gotta touch you, like a key start, that's a finger push
They hop out that sprinter bus, give it up tell 'em, "Pick 'em up"
A mil' in that vacuum seal look just like a mega bust (a whole mil')
No Gen' five, but they know not to play with us (don't do that)
I guess since we came out the Nawf, that's why they hate on us

In the bando I hated starvin'
In the bando I hated starvin'
So many late nights had to lock in
Juggin' and finessin' niggas, robbin' (robbin')
When the gang meet at the 'partments
There's only the gang that's important (important)
Keepin' it real in all fields
You clean up your spills, you never get extorted

'Cause shit get sticky like mud (mud)
Five watches plain, three flood
Nigga want smoke, it's all love
Nigga want smoke, it's all love
(M-M-M-Murda on it)
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Writer: Sonic, Mars, Kiari Cephus, Kirsnick Ball, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Shane Lindstrom
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Light It Up

(Swirv)
(This is a Melo beat)
Huh, wait
Yeah
Soo, soo (woo), woo (ha)
Woo (grrt)
Woo, skrrt (baow)
Woo (baow), woo

Light it up for a fifty ball (fifty)
Then I spend it on your bitch (bitch)
And my charm like a crystal ball (crystal)
When I pull up, make a wish
Makin' a, makin' a profit (woo)
Big boy, big boy, yeah, narcotics (narcotics)
Pour me a drink and it's toxic (drank)
New York drippin', it's straight out the faucet (drip)
Pour me a drink and it's toxic (drank)
New York drippin', it's straight out the faucet (drip)
Nigga can't bite and they cop it (bite)
I be too stiff, I give 'em the Heisman (stiff)
Nigga be talkin' 'bout slidin' (woo)
I screw the tip and shoot 'em in silence (grraow)
Brand new coupe, no mileage (woo)
I show the gang and we highfivin' (gang)

(Offset, uh)
She give me face in the Wraith (face)
This semi, it shoot by the trey (grraow)
Moonwalkin', my diamonds gon' skate (moonwalkin')
They tried to revive him too late (too late)
I put a cape on the Drac' (Drac')
Put a thot on the plot, she bait (plot)
Surprised, it came out a cake (surprised)
I put kids on the eyes of your bae (hey)
He made it to trial then flaked (flaked)
100K, he get whacked off the gate (whacked)
I mix purple codeine by the eight (codeine)
Wrap the scope, line him up like a tape (line him up)
Back to back, Lamborghini replay (back to back)
I fishbowl the coupes, watch 'em hate (coupe)
The guts, it's red, Kool-Aid (guts)
We got sticks, in case you wan' play
Whoa, a bigger bankroll'll (whoa)
Make these hoes'll lose their soul (soul)
Suicide doors and TMZ pose (pose)
Make them hoes take off their clothes (hoes)
I question my woes, they powdered their nose (woes)
They gettin' exposed, they f*ckin' the bros
Chauffeur, open the door in the Rolls (Rolls)
Toast him, bask him in, reload it

Light it up for a fifty ball (fifty)
Then I spend it on your bitch (bitch)
And my charm like a crystal ball (crystal)
When I pull up, make a wish
Makin' a, makin' a profit
Big boy, big boy, yeah, narcotics (narcotics)
Pour me a drink and it's toxic (drank)
New York drippin', it's straight out the faucet (drip)
Pour me a drink and it's toxic (drank)
New York drippin', it's straight out the faucet (drip)
Nigga can't bite and they cop it (bite)
I be too stiff, I give 'em the Heisman (stiff)
Nigga be talkin' 'bout slidin' (woo)
I screw the tip and shoot 'em in silence (grraow)
Brand new coupe, no mileage (woo)
I show the gang and we highfivin' (gang)

I put the Adderall in my lean
In my MRDR BRVDO jeans (oh)
Hella rocks in my socks (oh)
Hella guns in my brief (oh)
If a nigga movin' Wock', that's what he gon' see (oh)
All the Woos poppin' out the cut, totin' .33s (oh)
She say, "You're dark-skinned and handsome" (yeah)
"You a gorgeous little gangsta" (huh)
She like, "You always dripped up in Dior"
"And all your diamonds dancin'" (huh, huh, huh)
She like, "You swift, piranha"
I tell her, "Work," Rihanna
Everything white, Madonna
Only hand-selected diamonds
Brand new Richard Mille (Mille)
Cost a milli' (oh)
Yeah, big old ticket (oh)
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Look, I always knew how to ball
Brodie wet it up if I make the call
He ain't gon' hesitate to shake it up
'Cause he know I got that nigga if he fall

Light it up for a fifty ball (fifty)
Then I spend it on your bitch (bitch)
And my charm like a crystal ball (crystal)
When I pull up, make a wish
Makin' a, makin' a profit
Big boy, big boy, yeah, narcotics (narcotics)
Pour me a drink and it's toxic (drank)
New York drippin', it's straight out the faucet (drip)
Pour me a drink and it's toxic (drank)
New York drippin', it's straight out the faucet (drip)
Nigga can't bite and they cop it (bite)
I be too stiff, I give 'em the Heisman (stiff)
Nigga be talkin' 'bout slidin' (woo)
I screw the tip and shoot 'em in silence (grraow)
Brand new coupe, no mileage (woo)
I show the gang and we highfivin' (gang)

(Takeoff)
There go an opp, pop
Not leavin' until we see somebody drop (drop)
Red, blue, and white, oh, there go the cops
Take 'em on a chase 'cause we never stop (12)
I just been countin' up cheese a lot (cheese)
We the one got the block fever hot (ha)
I call the pot Larry Holmes (why?)
And call the spatula Mike 'cause it beat the pot (beat it)
Get you a bag on your own, never let nobody see you're knot (never)
Niggas that lead the block, get caught, then we can't leave the block (can't leave)
Making no profit, boy you need to stop it, get out, leave the block (go)
They say, when you make it, don't go back (no), but some niggas need to (come on)
Count up a ticket, I knew I would get it (count)
Call up the plug and he tell me to send it (grrt)
They think I'm a menace, ain't leavin' no witness
Just popped me a Perc', ain't been high in a minute (high)
Said they want smoke, well f*ck it, let's get it (go)
Niggas be thinkin' they God, they trippin' (they trippin')
Everything cool (it's all cool) 'til somebody end up missin' (grrt)

Light it up for a fifty ball (fifty)
Then I spend it on your bitch (bitch)
And my charm like a crystal ball (crystal)
When I pull up, make a wish
Makin' a, makin' a profit
Big boy, big boy, yeah, narcotics (narcotics)
Pour me a drink and it's toxic (drank)
New York drippin', it's straight out the faucet (drip)
Pour me a drink and it's toxic (drank)
New York drippin', it's straight out the faucet (drip)
Nigga can't bite and they cop it (bite)
I be too stiff, I give 'em the Heisman (stiff)
Nigga be talkin' 'bout slidin' (woo)
I screw the tip and shoot 'em in silence (grraow)
Brand new coupe, no mileage (woo)
I show the gang and we highfivin' (gang)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Andre Loblack, Bashar Jackson, Fabio Sixtos Aguilar, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Patrick Ellis Newton, Quavious Keyate Marshall
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Back to: Migos


Culture III is the fourth and final studio album by American hip hop group Migos. It was released on June 11, 2021, by Quality Control Music and Motown. The album features guest appearances from Drake, Cardi B, Polo G, Future, Justin Bieber, Juice Wrld, Pop Smoke, and YoungBoy Never Broke Again. It is the follow-up to their 2018 album Culture II and serves as the conclusion to their Culture trilogy. A deluxe edition was released six days later, including five additional tracks.

Culture III was supported by two singles: "Need It" and "Straightenin", as well as the promotional single, "Avalanche". The album received generally positive reviews from critics and debuted at number two on the US Billboard 200.
Performed By: Migos
Genre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): 808Melo, Atake, Azul Wynter, BGudini, Beam, Buddah Bless, Carnage, Ciaga, Danny Wolf, DJ Durel, Dun Deal, Fabio Aguilar, Gunboi, Jabz, Jack LoMastro, Jordan Fox, Joseph L'Etranger, Keanu Beats, Kid Hazel, Mars, Murda Beatz, Nas Moore, Nils, Nuki, OG Parker, Osiris, Oz, Pooh Beatz, Preme, Pvlace, Pyrex, Rasool Diaz, Rvnes, Quavo, Section 8, Slime Castro, Sluzyyy, Smash David, Sonic, Squill, Swirv, Tay Keith, Trauma Tone, Wallis Lane, Will Major, Zaytoven, Migos chr
Length: 74:53
Released: June 11th, 2021
Year: 2021

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