John Wicks - Same Thang lyrics

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John Wicks - Same Thang lyrics

[Intro: Quavo] Ricky Racks Dj Durel! Ay, give 'em hell Ay, ay Ay, ay, woo! [Hook: Quavo] All my n***as workin' Trappin', cappin, servin' Ballin', James Worthy Geekin' off of perky Up early, trappin' real early Cup real dirty, whatcha workin'? Migos having birdies (brrrr) I don't know ya, I ain't servin' Got your main dame slurpin' All my damn chains bling Cookie kickin', Liu Kang Bruce Lee shoot Shane John Wic, John Wayne Elliot Nick no Johnny Dang Look at my clique, gang, bang (bang) Two b**hes, one me They s**in' and f**in' the same thang [Verse 1: Quavo] Pull out the lot I'm in the drop I pour a 8, then count up my knots I bought a Chevy, Chevy T top Put it on skates, dope boy boss I'm in the north whippin' the pot Kick in yo' door then I run through your spot When I say, "We Migos," They're sayin' we hot f** 12, I'm buckin', they catch me or not Got bells, I just pulled a U-Haul out These n***as is p**y, bring Ru Paul out When I spray the chopper, I'm goin' all out 500 thousand in my dog house You n***as is rats, I'm callin' you Mighty Mouse I jugged a cutie when it was a thigh out I had a nina in Mansion, no Ca$h Out Pull up the plug, better bring the whole bag out Feelin' like Flippa, but I gotta stash house Don't like the Xans, that sh** make me pa** out Dunk on a n***a, call me Quavo Stackhouse She want my money, but I brought a rack out Heard that you got it so we bring the MAC out I know it's trouble, John Wic brought the mask out I touched a fan, and then she pa**ed out Front and back end, they gon' make you bring cash out [Hook: Quavo] All my n***as workin' Trappin', cappin, servin' Ballin', James Worthy Geekin' off of perky Up early, trappin' real early Cup real dirty, whatcha workin'? Migos having birdies (brrrr) I don't know ya, I ain't servin' Got your main dame slurpin' All my damn chains bling Cookie kickin', Liu Kang Bruce Lee shoot Shane John Wic, John Wayne Elliot Nick no Johnny Dang Look at my clique, gang, bang (bang) Two b**hes, one me They s**in' and f**in' the same thang [Verse 2: John Wic] I don't know you so you know I'm not servin' Word on the street that the young n***a workin' Shock on a baby like I'm James Worthy Sleep with the stick because I'm feelin' nervous Convicted felons, they be geeking off perkys Trigger finger itching, shoot 'em on purpose Trapping cross the country, havin' no service Pull up on him at his funeral service (pull up) Migo gang everything (Migo gang) Yes I do gang bang (bang) We are really not the same (no we're not) Won't miss, perfect aim Retaliation is a must, some of your partners can't trust I put the dope in my nuts, when the folks raided the bus I drop a 4 on my cup The money it give me a rush Shootin' out hundred rounds, choppa flippin' yo' truck Feds taking pictures, like I give a f** Give that girl a buck, I bet she gon' s** When I touch a mill you might as well give up Ten fade, bullets linin' you up Hellcat, Forgiato pull up Lindsay Lohan in the trap cookin' up [Hook: Quavo] All my n***as workin' Trappin', cappin, servin' Ballin', James Worthy Geekin' off of perky Up early, trappin' real early Cup real dirty, whatcha workin'? Migos having birdies (brrrr) I don't know ya, I ain't servin' Got your main dame slurpin' All my damn chains bling Cookie kickin', Liu Kang Bruce Lee shoot Shane John Wic, John Wayne Elliot Nick no Johnny Dang Look at my clique, gang, bang (bang) Two b**hes, one me They s**in' and f**in' the same thang [Verse 3: Takeoff] Shoot Shane, Lu Kang, same thang (Kang) Ballman, Balmain, same thang Wrist froze, Elliot A (ice), no Johny Dang Surfboard, we the wave Tryna mix the food, I'ma put 'em on a plane Drinking Act, you drinking the Bombay [?], I'm smoking it to the face Real street n***as no fade, no case Hit a lick, put ten up in the safe Real sh** n***a we paved the wave Own the game, n***a we changed the game On the Nawf n***a, I made my name Want the cash n***a, still f** the fame I can't change, that's how I came She look good, but sh** she on 'caine Can't complain 'cause sh** I'm on drank Sleep walking, up, just can't think Popped a perc, she feel she gon' faint She can't see, she feel like Ray (Charles) She like the dab and the feng shui She told me the dope grade A, pay [?] [Hook: Quavo] All my n***as workin' Trappin', cappin, servin' Ballin', James Worthy Geekin' off of perky Up early, trappin' real early Cup real dirty, whatcha workin'? Migos having birdies (brrrr) I don't know ya, I ain't servin' Got your main dame slurpin' All my damn chains bling Cookie kickin', Liu Kang Bruce Lee shoot Shane John Wic, John Wayne Elliot Nick no Johnny Dang Look at my clique, gang, bang (bang) Two b**hes, one me They s**in' and f**in' the same thang