Migos Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #111 lyrics

by

Quavo


[Verse 1: Offset]
The bag is right there, go get it
Them baguettes right there, two-fifty
Hundred thousand, five hundred, the midget
I was racking my gun in the kitchen
On the low we f*ckin' your b*tches
Wipe his nose but no, not a tissue
Bullet hole, the switch got a .50
Wrist is cold you'd think it was Christmas
n*gga, know that it's up
f*ckin' that b*tch in the back of the Maybach
I told her to put the seat up
I'm not gon' go to the internet
I'm 'bout that action, it's time to meet up
Broke n*ggas know we not into that, go get some bigger racks
Time to eat up
Call my young n*gga he spinnin' that
He want some stripes with the gang, Adidas

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
My bad, I forgot to mention
Through the pandemic, we was still runnin' up chicken
Whippin' that sh*t in the kitchen
You make a mention, a ticket'll make you go missing
Don't do the sneak dissin'
I'm startin' to think n*ggas wear panties
You n*ggas some b*tches
While you n*ggas run out of money
My n*ggas gon' get it 'cause everyday government print it
How you gon' get it? Just send me the addy my n*ggas will ship it
A million, twenty's and fifty's and hundreds sittin' on the floor, look how I swim in it
Don't wanna get popped, don't open your top
You better move militant
They talkin' about Covid, when I heard the news, I started sippin' the remedy
If I gotta an opp and you say you my brother, then they better be your enemy
I'm takin' them back to the bando way back when the n*gga was breaking and enterin'
Stay with the tree like a timberland
Lady Gaga and that Kimberly
Capital J, don't be snitching
These n*ggas be snitching they actin' real
[Verse 3: Quavo]
It's time to move righteous, I'm movin' precisely
I looked at my schedule, no time for no wifey
Hit it like crap of the seal of trick dicin'
Hit double tappin', you n*ggas gon' like it
It's just lil a post, you n*ggas ain't pipin'
Fittin' in the strap in the Cinnabon bite
Baguettes in the cross, I done iced out Christ
I put it on God, I put it on life
Three wheels pullin' out the parking lot, b*tch
And I'm looking like I'm ridin' on a goddam tricycle
n*gga ain't nothin' to get popped, it's simple
b*tch, I'm settin' up shop in the middle
I'm having credentials
You a dud, I had to go shrimp 'em
Breakin' buds, I had to go trim 'em
I ain't wanna kill 'em so I dipped 'em, uh
Mama, she said "Just lay in the bed if n*ggas ain't got no pots to p*ss in"
Back in the day, I was having the Ac'
Young n*ggas killing their kidneys off Driz
Straight out the mud, then show 'em the wrist
My diamonds hit, these b*tches flinch
I put this sh*t on now I drip and I drench
Finessing the bag like the Grinch
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