Quavo - Migo Gang x Slaughter Gang Music lyrics

[Intro: Quavo] You know what I mean? Migo Gang sh** Flippa Slaughter Gang, 21 sh** You know what I mean? [Verse 1: Quavo] Hit a n***a in the head (Hit him) We ain't shooting at the legs (Naw) Back in the day had a trick bike, had a bad b**h on the pegs (b**h!) Some of my n***as bang blue (Crip) Some of my n***as bang red (Blood) Some of my n***as bang black (GD) All of my n***as keep straps (Grrah) Spend three hundred on a napp (Aye!) They s**ing, f** the whole trap b**h, you know my pockets fat (Sloppy) Quavo walking Warren Sapp (Sacks) Takeoff buying only Act (Lean!) You n***as sipping just to act (Actors!) Bought a Beamer wrapped it matte (Skrt!) Got a shooter, peep hole out the back (Grraw!) Never been a minority (Naww) Take the pot and Chuck Norris it (Oh!) You n***as looking unfortunate (Woo) Different types of babies like a orphanage (Babies!) I hit my money, end of story I hate when I had to go to court and sh** (Hate it!) You thinking that I'm cooking up porridge (Cooking!) The way I'm whipping up my wrist and sh** (Whip it!) Damn, this hoe she annoying After I f** her, I'm finna get rid of the b**h (Gone!) What type of sh** that he on Go get the 30 young n***a, go empty the clip (Grraw!) [Verse 2: 21 Savage] Slaughter Gang, I'm the king b**h Mac 90 with the beam, b**h Hi-Tech, you sipping green b**h 21, hold the pot with my left arm Catching plays like Brett Favre You a gold fish and I'm a f**ing shark Whip the pot n***a, whip it hard AK make a n***a hit the Quan Gas bag like I own the farm She blowing on it like she on a horn 100 round drum and that stick Pull up, roll the windows down and I hit You cuffing that b**h and she loyal to dick Chasing money, I can't lay with no b**h Murda Gang, we don't play with the beef Put 'em on a plate and we gonna eat n***as snitching, I put 10 on the G's Margielas, I put rent on my feet n***as p**y, I see through 'em they weak f** 12, we keep sh** in the streets I brought her to the spot that b**h was a freak f**ed her on the floor, can't f** up my sheets [Verse 3: Offset] Offset! We really invented you n***as The judge tried to sentence a n***a f** a pot, now my 44 n***a Stuck in the pickle, grinding from a nickel Trapping in trenches, two bricks in the rental I'm crazy I'm psycho, it's 'bout to get physical Run a circle 'round the plug, that's a pick and roll Feds watching so I walk on my tippy toes I'm rich as b**h, I want in on that lick I'm not romantic, my bullet gon' kiss Get in that pot, get the work in your wrist I was born with the gift, got the fame and the grip Hop in the jet and I take me a trip Geeked out on codeine, I sip and I sip Jump off the stage, I might jump out the VIP I'm covered in money, covered like a quimp I'm smoking on cookie, not smoking on piff Don't talk to the police, not giving out tips That ain't that boot, that molly look too clear I don't care what you heard, I jump straight in my Lier Standing in the kitchen, cooking fish fillet Run up my money, I stash me a Wraith Don't run up on me n***a, pump your brakes I feed you the 223, dinner plate! [Verse 3: ManMan Savage] Run up on me n***a, catch a slug 50 and the 40, I don't use a glove You know we got the straps up in the club I don't f** with you, you a dub 21 Gang, we got weight All of my n***a, we straight Pull up on a n***a, we'll take Headshot a n***a, leave him in a lake Round table with the Migo Gang and the Slaughter Gang, we on break b**h too skinny I don't want her, f** the b**h, the b**h might break I got a hundred round drum on that K I keep that b**h with me, you know that bae Never let a n***a know where I stay Have a n***a staking out where he stay I get that cash, I ain't got time to play Hold up that choppa, this mask on my face Shoot out the (?) then pull off (?) (?), got bananas in K's p**y n***as turn to preachers like Ma$e Finna slide to where I keep me a K Juvenile hit a n***a with tre (?) WOO! [Verse 4: Rich The Kid] Whipping a brick with a frying pan Made a 100 K with a broke hand Trapping down with the desert eagle Actavis all in my 2 liter Finnessing the plug for a whole thang Rollie all white like the c**aine I got a freak with a nose ring Cut that b**h down like I'm 2 Chainz Walking around with a 100 thou I'm actually rich, you just talk about it Pull up with choppers and air it out I empty the clip in your mama house Hit a jug for the work, still serving Get rich or die trying like Curtis I roll with a brick and she nervous Pull out the Wraith when I'm flexing on purpose I started trapping in first grade I put the lean in a lemonade I pour a four, got a fever Dab school, I'm the teacher Riding scrap with the nina Big balling, no bleachers 100 K for one feature Bad b**h, she no keeper