Migos - Fire In The Booth (Freestyle) lyrics

Feat : 2 Chainz & Offset & Quavo

[Instrumental: 2 Chainz - Road Dawg]

From the jail cell, my wrist so sick it got sickle cell
Working my wrist like a ferris wheel
You say this and that what my pocket fill
We don't spare no n***a, cut his head off and show me he's real
We got diamonds and gold ain't no stainless steel
Independent we didn't take a deal
I know you heard about the fight
I know you heard about the shoot
I know you heard a n***a ruthless
It's 50 thousand for a viewing
b**h you see the dab

When I copped the Coupe they was mad at me
Hoes calling me the dab daddy
Bettin' poker chips I ain't playing Madden
I'm a rich n***a, you can check my status
Pa**ed chemistry and failed mathematics
Money counter do the adding
I bought a carpet from aladdin
So I can finesse and do magic

What the f** wrong with these n***as
Acting like he don't really know a n***a
Acting like he don't really owe a n***a
Pull up on the block I show a n***a
It will blow a n***a ain't talking bout a motherf**ing lawnmower n***a
Gas bags at the back door in the bando
Young n***as trap at the corner store, n***a
So many gold pennies on my chain you would think a n***a won a trophy n***a
[?] bogus n***a
Flex like a wrestler action figure
Hocus pocus pull up in a Lotus and my diamonds sick is like I got ebola
In the kitchen whippin' chickens makin' odour

Hold on Takeoff, hold up Takeoff
Hit the n***a with the sawed off
Then the n***a running off

Flip his body like it's f**ing soft
Hole in one like we playing golf
Pa** it to takeoff I bin and I call it the toss

[Instrumental: Thats not me - Skepta ft. JME]

I took your girl last night, I put her in the Lamb
Dropped the top, drop the top cause she know who I am
Showed her my pinky ring, man it's bout a gram
Every time she see me, get it and she know
Now when I turn my wrist in that bowl it's spectacular
Look at my pinky yeah it look like; it's africa
n***as wanna be me yeah cause I'm a bachelor
Pull up on a n***a I'm smoking tarantula

I see you flexing , actin', you a character
Pull up caterpillar f** your b**h today
My wrist just look like red Kool-Aid oh my god
Pull in a phantom and it Laughs
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b**hes s**ing me like I'm Dracula
Young rich n***a, get your camera
Everybody wanna pull up Panarama
Quavo every time I pull up camera

n***as wanna be the Migos
Taking a trip to go pick up them kilos
I f** with god damn Pedro and I know John Rico

And I know Diego and I know Eduardo

Can't forget about Nino
Got out the cheeto
Wrapping the bricks and we send 'em cross the water, burrito

Pull up on the block in the Lamborghini the keys from the [?]

Keys from the [?] Keys from the [?]
Ooh like lingo, money long like

All these n***as be biting our lingo
If you hear what rappers they do sound like the migos
Tru story
No lie
No flex
Look at the diamonds on our neck, VVS

Man are on like Lambo
Shoutout to YRN Lingo
God that my people
Might push a whole kilo
Yeah Migo Bandz, might cook a whole gram
Young Mango Foo dropped out of school
But he keep the 2
Ain't breaking no rules
All my n***as get that dough

What I do, young n***a act a fool

Act a fool, Act a fool

Hit him with the uppercut, like Ryu!

Migo Jerz, stayed around the curb
Used to hotbox in the box Chevy, that my world

Hot boxing up in the Chevy
All of my n***as get money we dabin', we smashin' on girls

Dab Daddy
Dab Daddy
Might pull up in the old school Caddie
Got your b**h, she mad at me
Bad n***as want to....

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