Lyrics:
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Yeah
Migos
First kicked the door when I was seventeen years old (seventeen, woo)
Seen my first fifty, ballin', eighteen years old (eighteen,
gadanas, I hang with the hunters
And runners and dealers and killers, one hundred
Every year I buy a new vehicle
Throw the girl out like a flea flicker
I
the windows is tinted
Give a fuck, imma flex if it's rented
Going crazy, nigga I got a tool
Ballin hard, cause there's nothing to do
Spent a hundred thousand,
with orphans
I'm at the bottom of the mud, where it started
I need Biscotti, gotta smoke by a forest
Got a flock of tens, like an arsenal
This shit
many shots last night
And I spent all my money
Started thinkin', "Am I stupid to be funny
Over things that's been hauntin' me all my life?"
And I
and soon grew black-hearted
Thinkin' back when we first learned to use rubbers
He never learned, so in turn I'm kidnappin' his baby's mother
My hand
You don't know who you f***ing with
Ain't no democrat, and by far I'm no republican
This the type of talk that'll probably piss off my publicist
As of lately
I've started recognizing my blessings
Instead of waiting on shooting stars
Because I've never seen one that's loud enough for blind kids
a hundred thousand in my bank
But I promise that's fine with me
You really out here stressin' 'bout a bitch
That I fuck on the weekends
That ain't even fine
Or when we'd take a walk down by the lake or have a picnic in the park
Thinkin' bout it now we had it figured out and I see us in a whole new light
So tell
Yeah
Yeah
Pain in my heart
So much pain in my heart
Look, started from the bottom, we was just tryna get to the top (uh huh)
I love my niggas,
Headtap, headtap, headtap
7220 (headtap, headtap, headtap)
I done started from the bottom (headtap, headtap, headtap)
That's where I went through
niggas is big pig
Fuck around hit a lick at a picnic
Swiss cheese when I empty the whole clip bitch
Damn she a baddie shawty amaze me
But if I keep 100
dare you to move your mouth
But
That was years ago
And the fact you got to stay and I had to go
Hard for me to let go
Even now five hundred bouncin'
the Crypt.
I met Ghetts when I was fourteen, lost touch.
By sixteen, I'd linked up with Ghetts again
Rolling with The Movement and started doing sets for
Psalms one hundred and thirty nine
I look around what competition be beating my flesh in submission
Cause I gotta kill it
But that don't mean enemies
Potpourri for one hundred
And then my head started to spin
Well, I'm givin' up Don Pardo
Just tell me now what I didn't win, yeah, yeah
I lost on Jeopardy,
It all started before I woke up
Broke as fuck, down on my luck
And this shit sucks, homie, in the worst way
Ain't nothin' worse then being broke
The flunkies that tried to to punk me on corners but never sung me I swear
In this bitch and yeah, I'm killing this year
Them boys hated, they gon' feel it
the radio he looks 15 years
Old, like he's in here for
Stealing gum there's Lawson
Who gave me the magazines and
Taught me how to
Use the phone twenty-one
'lone, they was thinkin' basic (yeah)
So many hundreds in my pocket like some Hammer pants (Hammer pants)
Shit be funny 'til you ridin' in that ambulance
music out his phone, thinkin' back it's rude
I wanna be like him, for whatever reason
I didn't know myself yet, I started takin' pieces
Of other people I
comin ya dig I
Never slumber, still ya never know when ya numbers near
Hopin’ that I can live maybe rack up a hundred years solid
Chorus
Tryna secure
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