Quality Control Music - Mediterranean lyrics

[Intro] Ricky Racks [Chorus: Offset] That’s a groupie, bye b**h Copped the coupe, that’s my b**h We got sticks, we pop sh** Look at these diamonds biting Freakazoid chain on lightning Wedding band rings ain’t wife sh**, uh n***a we’ll bomb sh**, ISIS 47 at the end where the knife is Brick and a half where the pipe is, uh Jetway, runway with the big face SK, gunplay, get a temp fade Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah the gang way (Offset) [Verse 1: Offset] I gotta tell the truth I was expected to lose I had to pay my dues, yeah All of these chains on me I brought the gang with me Put on the plain Phillipe, yeah Pop that seal, hop off on a Lear How I feel, my mama wrist on trill Watch your daughter before she disappear ‘Cause I’m her father, I take care all my kids Splurge on ’em, look at them curbs on ’em Swerve the corners, she callin’ it spur of the moment Packin’ the sh**, packin’ the, packin’ the dick in the b**h Oh, that is your b**h, I do not wanna just hit on her, leave You n***as be talkin’ like b**hes, it’s pitiful, pitiful, makin’ me sick We pull out these choppers, start poppin’, need critical, critter not makin’ it’s trip I, wrap up a brick like a gift and I send it delivered Oh you gotta survive, you lie, you live in the field No, no n***a alive can scare me, God is my shield Rode around the Nawfside givin’ out hundreds of bills Some of my soldiers ain’t survive, I never thought n***as be k**ed Look at my shows, my fans are live, the thrill is givin’ me chills [Chorus: Offset] That’s a groupie, bye b**h Copped the coupe, that’s my b**h We got sticks, we pop sh** Look at these diamonds biting Freakazoid chain on lightning Wedding band rings ain’t wife sh**, uh n***a we’ll bomb sh**, ISIS 47 at the end where the knife is Brick and a half where the pipe is, uh Jetway, runway with the big face SK, gunplay, get a temp fade Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah the gang way [Verse 2: Travis Scott] On the road, chocolate thunder, big rocks, royal rumble Turned her out to a runner, yeah (alright) Jumpin’ out of the jungle, bring ’em in by the bundle Goin’ in for the summer, hey Wallet change like the cash Forty clip make you do the forty yard dash Don’t you hold nothing back (alright) Rubberband pop it, make you pop the whole a**, yeah Make me relocate (straight up) Told me do not play, I do Sonic wildin’, time to dive in (yeah) Backyard of the woods, gotta drive in bu*terfly the doors and you dive in [Chorus: Offset] That’s a groupie, bye b**h Copped the coupe, that’s my b**h We got sticks, we pop sh** Look at these diamonds biting Freakazoid chain on lightning Wedding band rings ain’t wife sh**, uh n***a we’ll bomb sh**, ISIS 47 at the end where the knife is Brick and a half where the pipe is, uh Jetway, runway with the big face SK, gunplay, get a temp fade Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah the gang way