[Intro: DJ Durel]
War Ready 2
Migo Domingo
YRN The Label
And I go by the name of (DJ Durel)
Hottest motherf*cker in the world n*gga
(Give ‘em hell!)
We ain’t playin’ wit’ y’all n*ggas
Gonna let my n*gga Domingo talk to these motherf*ckers
Let ‘em know we war ready n*gga
[Intro]
Let me tell y’all how this sh*t really went
sh*t, y’all already know
n*ggas stealin’ the dab
n*ggas biting the flow
I guess they like the way we was piping that motherf*cker up on stage
Cause we was just some young n*ggas doin’ that sh*t
All this motherf*ckin’ gold
All these motherf*ckin’ b*tches
What? What?
[Verse 1: Migo Domingo]
I know everybody who seen it gon’ remember this sh*t
We f*cked up the game (like a glitch)
Just a young n*gga tryna kick doors, hit a lick
Thank god sh*t changed
Now a young n*gga neck lookin’ like a f*ckin’ brick
All these damn chains
Watch me switch lanes, had to chop the top off the brain
Pull up in the Bentley Mulsanne
Cause where I come from we had to get it off the block
24/7, n*gga hustled ‘round the clock
All this damn dope, n*ggas call me Chris Rock
And the trap steady beating cause we serve straight drop
Got to run it up ‘til I make it to the top
Hundred round chopper, bullets coming, don’t stop
I’ma shoot the stick ‘til a n*gga’s wrists lock
And the n*gga can’t quit ‘til I see a body drop
These pus*y ass rappers said that we ain’t from Atlanta
We don’t wanna be
These f*ck n*ggas hatin’ that we made it out the Nawf
Got it out the streets
We the same young n*ggas came from kickin’ in the doors
The gang had to eat
Run up, get beat, beat a n*gga’s ass on sight
A lot of y’all know it ain’t sweet
I done did a lot of sh*t that I really can’t admit to
Just me and John Wic, there go Mango Foo
We gon’ pull up on ‘em hanging out the window
Then a n*gga let it go, had a clip full
F&N bite hard like a pitbull
RIP, give ‘em wings like a Red Bull
Chopper fold a n*gga up like he flexible
Now he gotta live his life in the medical
They stealin’ the dab, they biting the flow
These n*ggas some b*tches, these n*ggas some hoes
Yeah, it’s time to extortion, that’s how it goes
So you better check in, or we pull out the shows
These n*ggas talk sh*t ‘til we pull up
Hit him in the stomach n*gga, call it nip tuck
Rob a n*gga bare-faced, I don’t give a f*ck
Send him to your b*tch house, tell her wet it up
So much sh*t I done did living on the Nawf
I was grinding, Tony Hawk, no days off
Hit the plug, got the n*gga took off
Then I hit the club, ball like the playoffs
Migo the gang, this sh*t is my family
Thank god for my brothers, the n*ggas got loyalty
We came from the dirt, now we got royalties
We slept in the bando, now we live lavishly