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Migos - Migos Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #111 Lyrics


[Verse 1: Offset]
The bag is right there, go get it
Them baguettes right there, two-fifty
Hundred thousand, five hundred, the midget
I was racking my gun in the kitchen
On the low we fuckin’ your bitches
Wipe his nose but no, not a tissue
Bullet hole, the switch got a .50
Wrist is cold you’d think it was Christmas
Nigga know that it’s up
Fuckin’ that bitch in the back of the Maybach
I told her to put the seat up
I’m not gon’ go to the internet
I’m ’bout that action, it’s time to meet up
Broke niggas know we not into that go get some bigger racks
Time to eat up
Call my young nigga he spinnin’ that
He want some stripes with the gang, Adidas

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
My bad, I forgot to mention
Through the pandemic, we was still runnin’ up chicken
Whippin’ that shit in the kitchen
You make a mention, a ticket’ll make you go missing
Don’t do the sneak dissin’
I’m startin’ to think niggas wear panties
You niggas some bitches
While you niggas run out of money
My niggas gon’ get it ’cause everyday government print it
How you gon’ get it? Just send me the addy my niggas will ship it
A million, twenty’s and fifty’s and hundreds sittin’ on the floor, look how I swim in it
Don’t wanna get popped, don’t open your top
You better move militant
They talkin’ about Covid, when I heard the news, I started sippin’ the remedy
If I gotta an opp and you say you my brother, then they better be your enemy
I’m takin’ them back to the bando way back when the nigga was breaking and enterin’
Stay with the tree like a timberland
Lady Gaga and that Kimberly
Capital J, don’t be snitching
These niggas be snitching they actin’ real

[Verse 3: Quavo]
It’s time to move righteous, I’m movin’ precisely
I looked at my schedule, no time for no wifey
Hit it like crap of the seal of three dicey
Hit double tappin’, you niggas gon’ like it
It’s just lil a post, you niggas ain’t pipin’
Fittin’ in the strap in the Cinnabon bite
Baguettes in the cross I done iced out Christ
I put it on God, I put it on life
Three wheels pullin’ out the parking lot, bitch
And I’m looking like am riding on a goddam tricycle
Nigga ain’t nothing to get popped, it’s simple
Bitch, I’m settin’ up shop in the middle
I’m having credentials
You a dud, I had to go shrimp ’em
Breakin’ buds, I had to go trim ’em
I ain’t wanna kill ’em so I dipped ’em, uh
Mama, she said “Just lay in the bed if niggas ain’t got no pots to piss in”
Back in the day, I was having the Ac’
Young niggas killing their kidneys off Driz
Straight out the mud, then show ’em the wrist
My diamonds hit, these bitches flinch
I put this shit on now I drip and I drench
Finessing the bag like the Grinch
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