Migo Lingo Freestyle lyrics

by

Quavo


[Intro]
Young n*gga boomin'
Young n*gga boomin’, young n*gga boomin’
Young n*gga boomin’, young n*gga boomin’
Young n*gga boomin’, young n*gga boomin’

[Verse]
n*ggas talking stupid, sayin' he better than me
Say you living life, I see no luxury
Talking that reckless gon' get you tied up
That problem was enormous, you was working with informants
Let me break it down for ya
Hold up, wait a minute, turn around, drop down
That was cordless, my b*tch named Kiara, she gorgeous
Young rich n*gga on the Forbes list, diamonds so yellow mistaken for p*ss
You know I’m from the nawf, just look at the sh*t
You dream of my life and you can’t comprehend
Free all my n*ggas that’s locked up in the pen
Praying to the lord, they just need some light
Get in the spot, had to make some sacrifices
Young n*ggas still, we didn’t know that wrong from right
Carried extendos, long as steel pipe
Trying to find some move, creeping late at night
Migo gang is what I rep n*gga
Pull up in your hood, bumping speakers
What’s this? What’s that? You know that we hold plenty racks
Hundred dollar bill shoved in the sack
Try to run the chopper aim at your back
n*ggas think I was never gon' get it
Now I’m laughing cause I’m holding my ticket
Like your mama say boy pull up your britches
You flexing more than any them Instagram b*tches
You said you be shooting sh*t up
Getting money, buying Maison Margielas
Driving fast cars, got a few killers
You even said you be serving J’s n*gga
Young n*ggas on sight, like Debo n*gga we take your bike
My wrist is frozen, it’s covered in ice
Try to take anything, taking your life
n*gga despite, different car colors, Mike & Ike
Trying to reach you getting bite
Got stamina like an animal, money longer than a calendar
Fingers so fast I don’t need the money counter
Got my muscle, call me Hulk Hogan
I’m getting this money, n*ggas think it’s funny
n*ggas seeing that I’m getting paid
I'm bossed up in so many ways
Young n*gga booming, young n*gga cooling
Young n*gga he ready to shoot, young n*gga, he scared of who?
Young n*gga just look, just hook, just book, just took
Your b*tch, 40 thousand on my wrist
Hit it one time and I got to split
Keep on talking get your wig split n*gga
Hundred round drum, kill sh*t n*gga
Get on the bus, take a field trip n*gga
Chopper bullet, you gon' feel this n*gga
You gon' feel this sh*t when I hit you with the dirty stick
Hollow tip hanging out the window, man so dangerous
Never been scared of no n*gga who came up to me
Riding in the Fisker, need to stop watching me
Need to start stacking your broccoli
No little b*tch, you can’t talk to me
This is no game, no Monopoly
Rest in peace to all the fallen Gs
Bet your life n*gga, you can't get up to me
No you can’t stay here so get off my property
Money keep coming, there’s no way of stopping it
n*gga you fake, that’s the reason you copy me
Flexing and you have the nerve, the audacity
Telling people that you coming up after me
n*gga you mad 'cause you working at Mickey D's
Most of y’all n*ggas funny like a parody
Got enough bullets, tryna get smart
Chopper gon be tearing your roof apart
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