Lean Like Dis

Lean, Lean you aint never sip no lean like dis
You Aint never slip no lean
That dirty sprite, that fanta, dirty tropicana
Like Dis, you aint never sip no lean like dis

Made Men

[Intro: Takeoff]
Hello, world, hi
I would like to welcome you to the Migos show, y'know
It's a day of life, my life, of course

[Chorus: Takeoff]
All my niggas made for it (made)
All my niggas made for it (made men)
Don't ask about them whips and them houses and jewelry
'Cause all that sh*t is paid for (cash)
All my niggas made for it (one more time)
All my niggas made for it (made)
Don't ask about them whips and them houses and jewelry
'Cause all that sh*t be paid for (cash)

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
All my niggas made for it (all 'em)
All my niggas made for it (everyone)
Not Toby, but we slave for it (not Toby)
No Kunta Kinte, but we slave for it (no Kunta Kinte)
I waited some days for it (days)
Secure the bag, my niggas, they spray for it
Supply a sea of Ac', think I got a taste for it
She bad, but I already smashed, so she get ignored (smashed)
These bitches open heart, they quick to open doors
On my [?] I like to explore (explore)
Having trouble pick a outfit that I haven't worn
Having everything in store and got plenty more (plenty)
All my niggas made for it (made), process board (process)
All my niggas came forward (came), taking charge (taking)
All my niggas paid for (paid), no debit card
Think I might go cop the Wraith since I stay with stars

[Chorus: Takeoff]
All my niggas made for it (made)
All my niggas made for it (made men)
Don't ask about them whips and them houses and jewelry
'Cause all that sh*t is paid for (cash)
All my niggas made for it (one more time)
All my niggas made for it (made)
Don't ask about them whips and them houses and jewelry
'Cause all that sh*t be paid for (cash)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Today was a good day (aye)
Dropped my top ridin' down the highway (skrt skrt)
I don't see no 12, ain't gotta drive straight (naw)
So I'm hogging up the lane 'cause my bills paid (yeah)
And my momma's (momma) and my sister's (sister's)
Niggas made for it (yeah), can't knock my hustle (naw)
I done slaved for it (slaved), look at my muscles (muscles)
MVP the whole game, Quavo Russell (Russell)
No, do not touch 'em (don't touch 'em), I'ma have to bust you (bow bow)
I cannot trust you, I cannot love you (nope)
If you ain't my brother that came from the struggle (aye)
Must not be made for it, I'ma have to cut you (ain't made)

[Chorus: Takeoff]
All my niggas made for it (made)
All my niggas made for it (made men)
Don't ask about them whips and them houses and jewelry
'Cause all that sh*t is paid for (cash)
All my niggas made for it (one more time)
All my niggas made for it (made)
Don't ask about them whips and them houses and jewelry
'Cause all that sh*t be paid for (cash)

[Verse 3]
Thank God for blessings, gotta pray more (God)
Hop in the Wraith of course, I grind like skateboard (Wraith)
Lambo truck, I tour drippin' in Tom Ford
"How did you come in the game?"
I came with the gang, of course (how)
We get ya fired to flames, turn ya to smores
All aboard, load up the bricks on the Ford (bricks)
I bought a tiger to roar (tiger), we about to body a store (body)
Soak my wrist for sure (soak), love all my fans to the core
I put my kids in Dior (kids), I put my momma on resorts (momma)
We catch the bricks and deport em
Missing the plug, he got deported (woo)
I'm on the block for a day (block), I pray I don't go back to [?] (pray)
I told her my kids come stay (come on), she got my kids on her face (hey)

[Chorus: Takeoff]
All my niggas made for it (made)
All my niggas made for it (made men)
Don't ask about them whips and them houses and jewelry
'Cause all that sh*t is paid for (cash)
All my niggas made for it (one more time)
All my niggas made for it (made)
Don't ask about them whips and them houses and jewelry
'Cause all that sh*t be paid for (cash)

[Outro: Takeoff]
Cars, jewelry, house, everything paid for
I got niggas still tryna beat a case, boy
Don't you come around that nawf 'cause it ain't safe, boy
Got my niggas from the nawf, but you don't play, boy

Narcos

[Chorus: Offset and Quavo]
Trapping like a narco (narco)
Got dope like Pablo (Pablo)
Cut your throat like Pavlo (Pavlo)
Chop trees with the Draco (Draco)
On the North, got the Ye (Go)
Saying Hasta luego (luego)
We rep the kilos
Snub nose with potatoes
Straight out the jungle
This real rap, no mumble
My skin black like mamba
Got stash boxes in Honduras
Straight out the jungle

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Bricks in the brick house
Use to hit licks and go to momma house (momma)
Straight out the jungle
Young nigga don't know right now
Young nigga know too much now
Bow Bow Bow, that'll slow them down
We pick up the hundos
Then drop them off to Huncho
I came from the bando

[Chorus: Offset and Quavo]
Trapping like a narco (narco)
Got dope like Pablo (Pablo)
Cut your throat like Pavlo (Pavlo)
Chop trees with the Draco (Draco)
On the North, got the Ye (Go)
Saying Hasta luego (luego)
We rep the kilos
Snub nose with potatoes
Straight out the jungle
This real rap, no mumble
My skin black like mamba
Got stash boxes in Honduras
Straight out the jungle

[Verse 2: Offset]
Cold gang with the cocaine
The more money make more rain
Pouring up a pint while I'm bagging propane
Point blank range give a nigga nose rings
Skip to my lou with a pack in the cat
Shiffy, Lou, where the bricks where they at
Trippy, ooze the patek all wet
The birds in the trap they ain't leavin' out they nest
Get, [?] like meth
Yup, runnin' with the pack got slapped
Hands in the cookie jar, cut his finger off
Nigga bein' greedy we gon' cut his tummy out
Hundred bricks on the roads, took a couple routes
Plus momma's house heard with a finny count
I ain't really with the razzle dazzle
Knock him off and then I throw him off the rope paddle
Go to Tiajuana, put a kilo on the saddle
Sack him, hit a nigga carbon pterodactyl
Pap him, choppa piped down like an apple
Mansion with the AK with the horses and the cattle

[Chorus: Offset and Quavo]
Trapping like a narco (narco)
Got dope like Pablo (Pablo)
Cut your throat like Pavlo (Pavlo)
Chop trees with the Draco (Draco)
On the North, got the Ye (Go)
Saying Hasta luego (luego)
We rep the kilos
Snub nose with potatoes
Straight out the jungle
This real rap, no mumble
My skin black like mamba
Got stash boxes in Honduras
Straight out the jungle

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Take-Takeoff
No monkey in the jungle, block hot like a sauna
Watchin [?] trying to weave with anacondas
Jumpin' in the water, trying to sneak across the waterglass
[?] got me beat by a [?]
I'll bag it, bag a money, know I gotta have it
Savage, but I'm still a gentleman in Cali
Static, nigga turn to [?] 'bout the cabbage
Kill his whole family if he run off with your package
I just put a pack on the way to Bogota (pack)
Poke his eyes out, ain't no telling what he saw (poke 'em out)
I'ma wire his jaw, I don't know if he will talk (wire jaw)
Get the chainsaw and I'ma saw his legs off (saw)
They knew that we was gang but they saying that we a ring
Investigating, taking pictures of the whole team (DEA)
Undercover, tryna do a sting
10 mil on a plane, going straight to Medellin

[Chorus: Offset and Quavo]
Trapping like a narco (narco)
Got dope like Pablo (Pablo)
Cut your throat like Pavlo (Pavlo)
Chop trees with the Draco (Draco)
On the North, got the Ye (Go)
Saying Hasta luego (luego)
We rep the kilos
Snub nose with potatoes
Straight out the jungle
This real rap, no mumble
My skin black like mamba
Got stash boxes in Honduras
Straight out the jungle

No Label

You niggas be bitin' my style and I like it
But you niggas know you weren't rapping like this
Trend setter, I'm a trend setter
Knockin' them out like I'm Mayweather
Bando look like it's a homeless shelter
She poppin' that molly like Alka-Seltzer
Whippin' that dope with that terminator
Wrist is spillin' dope all on my Breitling bezel
My mansion got 80 acres
Trap underground, they calling me Undertaker
They wonder why I got the Bentley, the Fisker
I put in work and dedication
50 pairs, Giuseppe steppers
Maison Margiellas, they think I'm on Rocafella
The kids, they call me Slick Rick
I make up a script, they call me the storyteller
I got the Britney, the Whitney, the Iggy, we murdered Versace like Biggie
f**k nigga we been in that Coogi, it's time to kill em' with Givenchy
Red bottoms, scenes are forensic
Designer frames, limited edition
Pushin' one button, my roof then is missing
Then put my Louboutin til' out the kitchen
You turn on the radio you gon' hear every rapper tryna rap like the Migos
f**k nigga wanna clone?
Been rappin' like this since No Label
f**k the fame rather be rich
Been gettin' money, since No Label
You waiting for it, then here it go, intro to No Label

QC, It's funny my nigga right
Cause everybody wanna sound like us
But they don't wanna give us the respect, right?
You f**k niggas gon' learn we started this shit
We the first niggas to come out the A, on that real street shit
That real Northside shit, holdin' their muthaf**kin' county down
Not city nigga, county nigga
Tell another nigga to do it like us, nigga
QC the label, money on the table
Migo Gang, No Label!

Way back in the day nigga made No Label in a basement
Young nigga got all that talent
On the radio didn't have a placement
Linked up with the hood
OG Head Hancho, Migos
Then we took over the north
20 dollars to get your song played at Flamingos
Remember the days of hitting licks?
Every Christmas, had to be St. Nick
Payin' bills, tryna meet the rent
My mama she say that she sick of it
I had to go get to the Benjamin
Sorry Your Honor, I'm innocent
Money moves the commitment
No label, my life you witnessed it
From kickin' doors
Taking gold
What did I cash out on? I don't know
I will not tell on my soul
Cause Ion' know if the case closed
I know that you hate that Versace went gold
Now I'm walking round with a blue bankroll
Independent, never ever won't fold

See, I learnt the term from my nigga Biggie, right?
We went from ashy to classy
We went from having shit to f**king your bitch, my nigga
No Label, DJ Ray G
These my muthaf**king brothers right here, Migo Gang
What niggas you know made a million in one summer without flipping bricks?
Ask your favorite rapper
I bet he say us, nigga
QC, the label
Hah! No Label!

Locked up on every mixtape
Quavo told me nigga wait
This is the only way we can escape
I realized it when I sat down for an 8
Grandma' told me and Quavo to be patient
Grandma' was a cancer patient
Before she died, she sat us down, said stay together and we're gonna make it
For you niggas don't know
Never really sold dope
But I kicked door
Free my nigga Willy, mane gave him to the dough
He didn't tell a soul
You making me sick to my stomach
I might go and vomit
You niggas is cloning
We not together cause you my opponent
Taking our style nigga we never loaned it
Labels wanna sign, that ain't on my mind
Critics and blogs, you know they ain't lying
Thirty thousand just to look at the time
Twenty five hundred for my Louboutin
Mansion Elan was our stomping ground
Our money big, your money minimized
Taking shots cause your buzz died
Cutting the top off the Lamb' make it circumcised
The world is f**ked up but the strong survive

Haha, name your favourite club in Atlanta, my nigga
We ran that shit
We turned Mansion Elan
Into Migos Elan, nigga
We turned obsessions, in the Migos Playhouse nigga
Every strip club
Our main bitch, our side bitch, her side bitch, her side bitch worked there, nigga
We run this motherf**kin' city
We started new Atlanta
These niggas jackin' our swag, they better stand in line
And pay, bitch!

No U Can't

I can buy that car, I know that you can't
I can buy the bar, I know that you can't
I can afford your bitch, I know that you can't
I can afford my wrist, I know that you can't
No you can't, no you can't, no you can't, no you can't
No you can't, no you can't, no you can't, no you can't
I can buy the bar, I know that you can't
I can buy that car, I know that you can't

No you can't, no you can't
You don't sip that lean by the pint
You a peon, you don't got rank
Call the plug up, get a pound of stank
Quavo Stuntin, name hold weight
In the kitchen and I make a earthquake
When you walk around, pocket full of cake
Gotta keep your grass low, full of snakes
Chevrolet SS on skates
Got a white girl, her name Kate
Got a Chinese girl named Ling
She love to pop them [?]
Got a rocket on my hip, Yao Ming
Get money in my dreams
In the hood, they call me king
In the Ville or the Upper 100 wings
Can't walk cause I'm sippin' on lean
Got a 9, call me Luol Deng
Ever since a young nigga [?]
Don't never let the money make me
Grow up to be what I wanna be
Don't ever let a nigga make me
And I put that on my momma
My pockets filled up with lasagna

Got bands, I ain't talkin' 'bout a college
I got a foreign bad bitch, she exotic
All black, little nigga, wearin' gothic
Uppercut a nigga like Bernard Hopkins
Got flavor, no Baskin and Robbin
Pull up in the Batman with the Robin
You playin', ain't 'bout no bottle
Sip codeine out the baby bottle
Grape Maserati look like a [?]
You [?]
You can still rock an Artful Dodger
Real G, blowin' up, Pearl Harbor
Cut the work like a nigga was a barber
In the kitchen with them toddlers
In the hood with them robbers
In the bando with them choppers
I'ma G like the Green Bay Packers
Young Takeoff, call me NASA
f**k with my money
That chopper gon' stretch you out like cardiovascular
You can't even flip no brick
You can't even flip no nick
You never had purple codeine
Your Sprite always look clean
Sip lean, double cupped with the ice
Drop 85 hundred for the ice
When a nigga talk crazy, hang his ass
Like Suge did Vanilla Ice
Wish a nigga would try to steal my ice
88 birds in the trunk, Jerry Rice
You can't do that real nigga shit
Know some young niggas, eleven, walkin' 'round with the Emmett

Notice Me

[Intro]
Good job First

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Got your ho with me
I pull her slowly
Saint Laurent upon my feet
All this jewelry, they gon' notice me
And you know I got that Rol' on me
I put it slow on me
Saint Laurent upon my feet
All this jewelry, they gon' notice me

[Post-Chorus: Quavo]
Hulla
I wanna ride, ride, ride on it
Keep my eyes, eyes, eyes on her
Wanna grind, grind, grind on her
I wanna fly, fly, fly on it
Cannot vibe, vibe, vibe on it
Find five, five, five on it
Get live, yeah

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
All this jewelry, they gon' notice me (ayy)
Birds in the traps singin' like Jodeci
I tip a bitch just 'cause of my courtesy (tippin')
Been through her show, pick up my currency (back it)
Versace slippers colored burgundy ('Sace!)
Rappers be talkin', think they hurtin' me (uh uh)
I took his ho, make her come work for me (bitch!)
Keep the Draco case in emergency (grr, grat)
Ridin' 'round the city
Sippin' a tea, packin' the heat, niggas that lookin' for me (lookin' for)
Comin' up watchin' them niggas on TV like they were what I wanted to be (wanted to)
Now they wanna get paid for it, they got us a blessing to see (naw, for real)
Don't charge 'em on stage for it, Saint Laurent on my feet

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Got your ho with me
I pull her slowly
Saint Laurent upon my feet
All this jewelry, they gon' notice me
And you know I got that Rol' on me
I put it slow in me
Saint Laurent upon my feet
All this jewelry, they gon' notice me

[Post-Chorus: Quavo]
Hulla
I wanna ride, ride, ride on it
Keep my eyes, eyes, eyes on her
Wanna grind, grind, grind on her
I wanna fly, fly, fly on it
Cannot vibe, vibe, vibe on it
Find five, five, five on it
Get live, yeah

[Verse 2: Offset]
I told that bitch to drop a four for me (drop a four)
Drop my top, now I'm exposing me (skrt, skrt)
A lot of these rappers getting old to me (they kinda old)
Extortion publishing, you owe it to me (you know you owe)
I'm droppin' the top and showin' the titties (drop top)
Bunch of the money, we tryna get fitted (went to the mind)
I clear my mind and I had a vision (I had a vision)
And then I arrive with twenty-five bitches (then they arrive)
We sell out the whole facility
Not likin' your vibe, your energy (vibe)
I came from the pot with Kimberly (pot)
She sniffin' the lines, assembly (lines)
We had a good time in Italy (time)
Yo, these niggas be lyin' about loyalty (lyin')
Get on my knees, prayin' to God to cover me

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Got your ho with me
I pull her slowly
Saint Laurent upon my feet
All this jewelry, they gon' notice me
And you know I got that Rol' on me
I put it slow in me
Saint Laurent upon my feet
All this jewelry, they gon' notice me

[Post-Chorus: Quavo]
Hulla
I wanna ride, ride, ride on it
Keep my eyes, eyes, eyes on her
Wanna grind, grind, grind on her
I wanna fly, fly, fly on it
Cannot vibe, vibe, vibe on it
Find five, five, five on it
Get live, yeah

[Outro: Quavo]
Nawfside, yeah
Can we ride, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Now

Now nigga
Nigga now
Nigga now
Nigga now, now, now
Now, now
This shit sound like now

Hey f**k boy won't you talk that shit now?
Gucci, I'm so turned up it make you look turnt down
Now I turn your smile to a frown
I'm the king there with a crown
Keep your eyes to the ground
Now you must be from out of town
Cause everybody round here know that Wop don't f**k around
You was rich back then but I'm rich right now
You was the shit back then, I'm the shit right now
Took your bitch back then, with your bitch right now
Get every R&B chick on my d*** right now
Now this shit sound like now
While y'all all played out but I'm hot right now
Gucci

Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
We can bring the racks out now
We can bring the racks out now
We can bring the racks out now
We can bring the racks out now
We can bring the racks out now
We can bring the racks out now

â??Run the pack out right nowâ?? Migos feat. Gucci Mane

Open It Up

[Intro]
Shoutout to Cardo
Shoutout to Cardo
Cardo got wings

[Pre-Chorus: Quavo]
Woo, woo, woo
Coupe with the wings (brrr)
f**k that bitch, don't buy no ring (buy no rings, yeah)
Hundred chains for the team, whole gang (yeah)
Seen it count money in my dreams (yeah)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk
Uh, ooh, shells in the pump
Uh, ooh, shells in the pump
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Mr. Miyagi, tats on my body (yeah)
Racks up the party (uh), facts say I got it (yeah)
Crashed the Bugatti (skrrt skrrt), crashed the Bugatti (skrrt)
QC murder ain't no Gotti (QC), shh, don't tell nobody (ayy)
We ain't tryna rob, that's just how we mob (mobbin')
Leave that to the blocks (leave it), money to the stars (Yoda)
Blessings came from God (woo), had to beat the odds (beat it)
Young nigga workin' hard (workin'), pull yo card (pull it)
In that pot, first one makin' noise (in that, skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt)
Boulevard, slide with my boys (uh, skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt)
Met Gala, dripped on the red carpet, so my ice on the runway (yeah)
Elliot did the pave, Johnny Dang did my ice tray (yeah)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk
Uh, ooh, shells in the pump
Uh, ooh, shells in the pump
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Open it up, open it, open it, double cup feelin' the opium
It's AK in the cut, my niggas totin' it (brrr), we ain't tryna look appropriate (nah)
Don't show up and look at me wrong, I'm blowin' it
You tryna plot and we knowin' it (knowin' it)
Throw away, I shoot a pistol then throw it (throw it)
My niggas shoot "Without Warning" (brrr)
6 o'clock in the mornin' (mornin'), phone ringin', it's annoyin' (brrr)
I ain't been to sleep, tourin' (tourin') and I got a late performance (late)
You're funny, call you Martin Lawrence, you 12, so issue a warrant (12)
All this ice on me, it's stormin' (ice), f**k her at night, she gone by the mornin' (gone)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk
Uh, ooh, shells in the pump
Uh, ooh, shells in the pump
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk (hey)

[Verse 3: Offset]
Try to get the formula, iced out all of us (ice)
Bricks from the cornerback, gone for a hundred packs
Fronted me a 50 and I ran with 200 racks (ran)
And I ain't ever plan on comin' back (nah)
Got the 16 year old shooter pack (brr)
Get back, .40 push your noodle back (get that)
Diamonds on me, took the Rick Ruler back (Slick the Ruler)
Thotty got 'em fallin' for the booby trap (booby trap)
Stretch out the dope like it's athletic (dope)
Then I asked the bitch, "Is your mouth ready?" (dope)
You got a nigga drip on your wedding crate (drip)
Better keep it over there to keep it copacetic (hey)
I ain't playin' with these niggas, I'ma threat 'em (nah)
He don't want no smoke, and I'm down to battle (smoke)
25 bricks and they all edible (bricks), I'm the big dog on a high pedestal (hey)
Bo-legged coupe (coupe), mil' in the roof (mils), bitch got the juice (juice)
I know you feel me, masseuse (you feel)
You rock me, I kill you a truce (I kill you)
Big pointers on my neck, Bruce Bruce (big pointers)
Grave digger of the Nawf on you (grave digger)
You too cute, gimme mouth through your loop (too cute)
Better watch yo bitch, she want the crew (hey, hey)

[Pre-Chorus: Quavo]
Woo, woo woo
Coupe with the wings (brrr)
f**k that bitch, don't buy no ring (buy no rings, yeah)
Hundred chains for the team, whole gang (yeah)
Seen it count money in my dreams (yeah)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk
Uh, ooh, shells in the pump
Uh, ooh, shells in the pump
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk

Out Yo Way

I wanna say you always going out your way
Cancel all your plans, you will understand
You probably got your hands full, whatever goal you pursue
All this pain, we can live through it, it's called success

You always going out your way
You always dropping off your flav
You always going out your way
You never ask me to repay, no
You always going out your way, yeah yeah
You always going out your way, yeah
Yeah yeah

I won't ask the bitch unless she going to get it
It might take a minute, but she'll be sure to get it
Just to pass the test, I won't act the best
I got Actavis, there's nothing I can't ask the bitch, no
Got one missed, no missed calls, hell nah, nah
She got a man, can't get involved, nah nah
She still going all ways every time I call
We gonna ball today, we gonna ball tomorrow
I put this weight on like I put a cape on
Now that this fame came, I can see the hate on you
Mama told me stay strong, grandma told me stay on
Now she looking down, throwing blessings

Packs

Yeah, yeah
All kinda packs
I got a whole lot of that, all stupid packs
Roll it up, Migo team got them shooters

I got different kinda packs
All colored packs
Stupid flavored pack
Stanky Kush pack
Sour Diesel pack
Mango Kush pack
That gas, That gas

I got Tony Tiger Kush with the orange hairs on it
I got Barney Kush, got the purple hairs on it
Which ever pack you need, yeah I got it if you want it
I got lean by the pint
That yellow all I drink
That money on my mind, its the only thing I think
Got to vacuum seal the gas
Garbage can, yeah it stink
I just call up my Migo plug, he want a whole thing
Tell him meet me at the Texico, I'm in that orange thang
I should win a grammy the way I make them birds sing
The pack kicking hard, Mortal Kombat, Liu Kang
You can lock me in the kitchen where the f**k I do my thing
The crazy ass wrist boy, I make a hurricane

I got Kush in my blunt, and it's lime green
Take out that Zippy, or the sticky, and that G-13
Riding in that Audi, got ten bowls of that Maui
Niggas out here in these streets, they Hungry Howie
Your BBS's ain't official they look cloudy
Hard top coup, but the inside Bounty
My lil Migo pull up on you, serve a couple brownies
Gotta strip the scene cause the block hot like a cauldron
Khaki foreign bad bitch, please excuse her manners
Straight drop dope, make the fiends go bananas
I get the zip, ship, then cost me 180
On the block for a minute flip one for 380