(No, bag his .9!)
This
(No, bag his .9!)
Aye
(No, bag his .9!)
Big YMN shit, niggа!
(No, bag his .9!)
How you mad I got a bag and you don't?
How you mad I got hella money
And you really broke?
I'm the hottest Young Migo out the state
If you didn't know
My niggа Jojo get you gone
He don't need a pole (grrah)
I don't want yo' stank bitch, she so basic
3.5 in my wood in a day
What I be facing
Had this lil' cough for a minute
Need some medication
Told Jake's fuck ICE
Free my unc from immigration (free my unc, niggа)
When the opps want smoke, si le damos
Just dropped the lo', ya tú sabes que los vamos
Pero cuando los putos nos miran ya tan bien culiados
In a ski con mi gente hasta el cien y bien tumbados, niggа
Smoke a lotta weed, yeah, I'm so high (so high)
Reach sum', we gon' send 'em to the sky (to the sky)
Wanna take some?, Niggа you can try (you can try)
But don't cry when we hit you with that fire (grrah)
How you mad I got a bag and you don't?
How you mad I got hella money
And you really broke?
I'm the hottest Young Migo out the state
If you didn't know
My niggа Jojo get you gone
He don't need a pole
My niggа scam a puch-a-goose
Niggа fuck a coat
Choppa full of nicotine
I'm giving all these niggаs smoke
Ran up on a niggа with this K
And shot him in his throat
Tie him to a brick and toss his body
You won't see him float
My bitch said I'm a dog
But all my niggаs say I'm a goat
Slidin' out the shadows on the opps
(They think I'm a ghost)
It's rare you see me with the Drac
Because the Glock what I like to tote
This bitch a bug, but when she throw that sloppy neck
What I like the most
I just middle manned a play
But they don't know I tweaked the price
You still ain't been out the city
All my niggаs catching flights
He tried to run off in the night
But he ain't know the sights was bright
Don't run up on me throwing hands
(You gon' be fighting for your life)
We got the boas in for the low
But we gon' sell 'em for the high
Real exotics take one puff
You gon' be higher than the sky
I'll show you how this fire work
Like it's the 4th day of July
Bullets flowin' past his head
Now he swatting for a fly
(No, bag his .9!)
(No, bag his .9!)
(No, bag his .9!)
(No, bag his .9!)
