Migo Gang x Slaughter Gang Music lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
You know what I mean? Migo Gang sh*t
Flippa
Slaughter Gang, 21 sh*t
You know what I mean?

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Hit a n*gga in the head (Hit him)
We ain't shooting at the legs (Nah)
Back in the day had a trick bike, had a bad b*tch on the pegs (b*tch)
Some of my n*ggas bang blue (Crippin')
Some of my n*ggas bang red (Blood)
Some of my n*ggas bang black (GD)
All of my n*ggas keep straps (Grrah)
Spend three hundred on a napp (Ayy)
They sucking, f*ck the whole trap (Ugh)
b*tch, you know my pockets fat (Sloppy)
Quavo walking Warren Sapp (Sacks)
Takeoff buying only Act (Lean)
You n*ggas sipping just to act (Actors)
Bought a Bimmer, wrapped it matte (Skrrt)
Got a shooter, peep hole out the back (Grraw)
Never been a minority (Nah)
Take the pot and Chuck Norris it (Uh)
You n*ggas looking unfortunate (Woo)
Different types of babies like a orphanage (Babies)
I hid my money in the storage (Hide it)
I hate when I had to go to court and sh*t (Hate it)
You thinking that I'm cooking up porridge (Cook it)
The way I'm whipping up my wrist and sh*t (Whip it)
Damn, this hoe she annoying (Damn)
After I f*ck her, I'm finna get rid of the b*tch (Gone)
What type of sh*t that he on?
Go get the 30 young n*gga, go empty the clip, uh (Grraw!)
[Verse 2: 21 Savage & Offset]
Slaughter Gang, I'm the king b*tch
Mac 90 with the beam, b*tch
Hi-Tech, you sipping green b*tch
21, hold the pot with my left arm
Catching plays like Brett Favre
You a gold fish and I'm a f*cking shark
Whip the pot n*gga, whip it hard
AK make a n*gga 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*tch and she loyal to di*k
Chasing money, I can't lay with no b*tch
Murda Gang, we don't play with the beef
Put 'em on a plate and we gonna eat
n*ggas snitching, I put 10 on the G's
Margielas, I put rent on my feet
n*ggas pus*y, I see through 'em they weak
f*ck 12, we keep sh*t in the streets
I brought her to the spot that b*tch was a freak
f*cked her on the floor, can't f*ck up my sheets (Offset)

[Verse 3: Offset]
We really invented you n*ggas (Invented)
The judge tried to sentence a n*gga (Tried to sentence)
f*ck a partner, my .44 my n*gga (f*ck 'em)
Stuck in the pickle, grinding from a nickel (Grind)
Trapping in trenches, two bricks in the rental (Bricks)
I'm crazy I'm psycho, it's 'bout to get physical (Ahh)
Run a circle 'round the plug, that's a pick and roll (Ayy)
Feds watching so I walk on my tippy toes
I'm rich as b*tch, I want in on that lick (Rich)
I'm not romantic, my bullet gon' kiss (Nah)
Get in that pot, get the work in your wrist (Whip)
I was born with the gift, got the fame and the grip (Fame)
Hop in the jet and I take me a trip
Geeked out on codeine, I sip and I sip (Ayy)
Jump off the stage, I might jump out the VIP (Woo)
I'm covered in money, covered like a quimp (Cash)
I'm smoking on cookie, not smoking on piff (Gas)
Don't talk to the police, not giving out tips (Ayy)
That ain’t that boot, that molly look too clear (No)
I don't care what you heard, I jump straight in my Lier (Huh?)
Standing in the kitchen, cooking fish fillet (Uh)
Run up my money, I stash me a Wraith (Uh, uh, uh)
Don't run up on me n*gga, pump your brakes (Grraw)
I feed you the .223, dinner plate (Ayy)
[Verse 4: ManMan Savage & Rich The Kid]
Run up on me n*gga, 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*ck with you, you a dub
21 Gang, we got weight
All of my n*gga, we straight
Pull up on a n*gga, we'll take
Headshot a n*gga, leave him in a lake
Round table with the Migo Gang and the Slaughter Gang, we on break
b*tch too skinny I don't want her, f*ck the b*tch, the b*tch might break
I got a hundred round drum on that K
I keep that b*tch with me, you know that bae
Never let a n*gga know where I stay
Have a n*gga staking out where you stay
I get that cash, I ain't got time to play
Hold up that choppa, this mask on my face
Shoot out the doulie then pull off in the Wraith
Curious George, got bananas in K's
pus*y n*ggas turn to preachers like Ma$e
Finna slide to where I keep me a K
Juvenile, hit a n*gga with tre
On Tenwood, post with that K (Woo)

[Verse 5: Rich The Kid]
Whipping a brick with a frying pan (Whip)
Made a 100k with a broke hand (Hundred)
Trapping down with the desert eagle (Trappin')
Actavis all in my 2 liter (Drank)
Finessing the plug for a whole thang (Whole thang)
Rollie all white like the cocaine (Rollie)
I got a freak with a nose ring (Freak)
Cut that b*tch down like I'm 2 Chainz (Tru)
Walking around with a 100 thou' (Hundred thou')
I'm actually rich, you just talk about it (Rich)
Pull up with choppers and air it out (Pew, pew, pew)
I empty the clip in your mama house (Ggraw)
Hit a jugg for the work, still serving (Jugg)
Get rich or die trying like Curtis (Like Curtis)
I roll with a brick and she nervous (She nervous)
Pull out the Wraith when I'm flexing on purpose (Skrt)
I started trapping in first grade (Trappin')
I put the lean in a lemonade (Lean)
I pour a four, got a fever (Fever)
Dab school, I'm the teacher (Dab)
Riding strapped with the nina (Nina)
Big balling, no bleachers (Woo)
100k for one feature (Hundred)
Bad b*tch, she no keeper (Yeah)