Migos

[fox69]

"Hotpocket"

"Hotpocket"


[Intro - Quavo:]
Yo, yo, hold up man
Ay skip
All these goddamn bricks man
Hurry up, put em up
There go the feds
Go!

[Hook - Quavo:]
Put the bricks in the attic, hope the feds ain't watching
Sniper on the roof for you fuck niggas plotting
Yeah she spoiled rotten, she got chickens in her stocking
F & N on my side (fly), that's a hot pocket
Gone!

[Verse 1 - Takeoff:]
All white Charger pull up with the police lights
Red, blue, and white, asking questions, I'll take flight
Run back to my trap, stash them bricks off in the attic
12 hit my spot, throw saran wrap and plastic
They thought they was gon catch me slipping
Looking and searching for chickens and pigeons
They ain't find shit but a fork in the kitchen
And a couple seeds from the bags full of midget
Finesse Takeoff, you ain't never catch me slipping
Keep an egg beater, yeah I'm always whipping
Stay with a PT, always sipping
Young rich nigga with the all gold kitchen

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2 - Quavo:]
I'm whipping and whipping the chicken
The bricks in the ceiling, finesse on no feelings
The bitches they play with the water
They splashing the work and I call em Free Willy
Finessing the plug and I'm not gon stop till a young nigga hit a milli
Young nigga with banana clip (ba bow!)
Niggas start peeling
Busting the bricks out the wrapper, I will pop you like a snapper
Young goon put it on your head, they'll eat your ass like an apple
Young nigga and I'm sipping on mapple
I meant maple, 50 bricks to the top of skyscrapers
My house got marijuana acres

[Hook x2]

[Outro:]
Ay what's happening man, you tuned in to motherfucking Brick Squad radio, you tuned into Migos right now, 1017 Migos man, you know what I'm saying, at all times I got that hot pocket on me, all motherfucking time, you better believe that, gon use it if you suckers take my soul, don't you

 

[fox69]

"I Can"
(feat. Hoodrich Pablo Juan)

"I Can"
(feat. Hoodrich Pablo Juan)



[Quavo:]
Yuh, yuh, yuh, huh, Migos

I can, I can, I can
I will, I am gon count out them bands
I bought a brand new time piece
And it came with a bad bitch pants
I bought a pyrex pot put it next to my wrist
And I look at it dance
Dasher, Rudolph, and Prancer
Percocet, molly, and xans (percy)

Tiptoeing on the gazebo
Pulling up ballin like zebo
I am connected to kilos
Fifty gang members got Rico
Young nigga trapped by the peep-hole
Late to the game got your seat stole
You tried to pull up with that little bowl
My niggas pull up with that truckload
Backwards stouts, eggrolls
Ain't having clout doing free shows
Everybody know she the cheap hoe
I'm on my bad tortitos
When I pull up it's the Migos
Bleed til your girl keep her knees close
We shooting shots like freethrows
Money coming three ways like Cee Lo (three)

I can, I can, I can
I will, I am
Gon' count out them bands
I bought a brand new time piece
And it came with a bad bitch pants
I bought a pyrex pot put it next to my wrist and I look at it dance
Dasher, Rudolph, and Prancer
Percocet, molly, and xans (percy)

[Takeoff:]
Codeine on top of my stand
Right there by the extra handgun
They told me I couldn't, when I can
We still make transactions off a Samsung (brrt)
I beat the pot using both arms (beat it up)
I keep that drink when that drought come
Takeoff from Cuba, it's a mile run (12)
Act in my pimp cup feel like Don Juan
Never forget where you came from (no!)
Preach to these niggas like Farrakhan (preach)
I teach you lil niggas like Daniel Son
Then blow up the spot like Saddam (Hussein)
I'm at the top of the renaissance
I fuck her face til it's numb (ay)
Hundred round drum
I'm in the slums, grippin' some, no Grey Poupon
Uh

[Quavo:]
I can, I can, I can, I will, I am
Gon' count out them bands
I bought a brand new time piece
And it came with a bad bitch pants (woo)
I bought a pyrex pot put it next to my wrist
And I look at it dance (skrt)
Dasher, Rudolph, and Prancer
Percocet, molly, and xans (percy)

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Call up Migos, work the work like the Mexicans
Similar to the OG, I'm a veteran
Breakdown the backwood fill up with cannabis
I'm on the molly, percocet, and xanax
Shoot with the chopper, I might hit your granddad
We the wave nigga, you ride the bandwagon
You tryna get it
We young rich and we been havin'
Long hair don't care like I'm Lenny Kravitz
Real niggas only you pussy faggots
Bought a new chain, call it 20 Savage
Bricks now, used to serve crack addicts
My bitch like Mariah, no Nick Cannon
My young nigga wild'n out with the cannon
Still flex on my ex bitch she can't stand it
20 bags from LA, they just landed
Graduated from trap school, did outstanding
Walk in the strip club like the marching band
Four rings on me
Nigga I might not shake your hand (young rich nigga)
Mexicans strapped like a Taliban
I can hear the snake on my neck rattling
All this water like a nigga was paddling
Hi-tech and Actavis mix up the medicine
Perc and the lean I bet you feel better then
Eatin' at Cheetahs, I guess I'm a gentleman
I want the plug I don't talk to the middleman
Geeked the whole trap up, I need me some Ritalin
Nigga my best friend first name is Benjamin
Three bitches, salt pepper and the cinnamon
Still fuck the law we be breakin' and bendin' them
No more catchin' bags now, we sendin' them
Old school dirty bird, Brian Finneran
Used to want a bag now I got ten of them

[Quavo:]
I can, I can, I can
I will, I am
Gon' count out them bands
I bought a brand new time piece
And it came with a bad bitch pants
I bought a pyrex pot put it next to my wrist
And I look at it dance
Dasher, Rudolph, and Prancer
Percocet, molly, and xans (percy)

 

[fox69]

"I Got A Check"
(feat. Migos)

"I Got A Check"
(feat. Migos)



[Intro: Rich The Kid]
My money real right
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook: Rich The Kid & Quavo]
I got a check (check)
I got a check (check)
I got a check (check)
I got a check
Ran it up, gotta flex
Ran it up, gotta flex
Ran it up, gotta flex
Ran it up, gotta flex (ran it up)

[Hook: Rich The Kid & Quavo]
I got a check (check)
I got a check (check)
I got a check (check)
Ran it up, gotta flex
Ran it up, gotta flex (ran it up)
Ran it up, gotta flex
Ran it up, gotta flex

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Hundred fifty thousand on my neck homie
Running around with the TEC on me
I drop a four in a Kool-Aid
My diamonds white like toothpaste
I had to run up a check
Look at my left wrist wet
Fuckin' yo bitch, break a sweat
I can teach you how to flex
Got to thank god, put more cars in the garage
Bitch watch out cause I'm a star
They want to see me behind bars
The lawyer cost twenty, I'm beating the charge
Aye, I put water in my rings
Got a check, my pockets lean
My model, I fuck her and leave her
Birds sing like the Beatles

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Birds sing like the Beatles
Birds sing like the Beatles
Birds sing like the Beatles
Block hot like a fever
Streets on fire like a fever
Ben Frank, I really need ya'
Count up my check, hop out and flex
Put a lil' bitch on a jet, put a lil' bitch on a jet, yeah
Eighty a show, they selling they soul for snow
They selling they soul for snow
They selling they soul for snow
Drop top, yeah, big rings, yeah
Riding around, cabs
You don’t know the half
What we put down
Its RTK and it's the honcho
We beat up the pot, it's no gumbo
My footwork, Rafs, my footwork, Rafs
You 12, shaft, you need a new staff
You gave your bitch a pass, she went bought some ass
She ran off with your cash, she brought your boy the bags

[Hook: Rich The Kid & Quavo]
I got a check (check)
I got a check (check)
I got a check (check)
I got a check
Ran it up, gotta flex
Ran it up, gotta flex
Ran it up, gotta flex
Ran it up, gotta flex (ran it up)

[Hook: Rich The Kid & Quavo]
I got a check (check)
I got a check (check)
I got a check (check)
Ran it up, gotta flex
Ran it up, gotta flex (ran it up)
Ran it up, gotta flex
Ran it up, gotta flex

[Verse 3: Offset]
One hunna, two hunna, three hunna four hunna, million
Now that I play with the benjamins
Shawty she talkin' 'bout she feelin' me
Uh uh, no no, I'm from the nawf, bando
Draco, extendo, 64 pounds, Nintendo
I got it, I got it, I got it
Percocet, Miley and molly
Percocet, Miley and molly
Come with me baby I'm outta here
Migo gang ain't no scout in here, chump
Get your lil broke ass up outta here, punk
Look at my diamonds they chandelier, lumps
My pockets outta this atmosphere
Diamonds on me shining everywhere
Stuff a brick up in her underwear
If you buck I'ma take it there
Gold rollie bitch I'm Richard Flair
Little dog I'm a bigger bear
Have you been involved with a millionaire?
Young nigga keep the semi yeah
Flooded my wrist with Fendi yeah

[Hook: Rich The Kid & Quavo]
I got a check (check)
I got a check (check)
I got a check (check)
I got a check
Ran it up, gotta flex
Ran it up, gotta flex
Ran it up, gotta flex
Ran it up, gotta flex (ran it up)

[Hook: Rich The Kid & Quavo]
I got a check (check)
I got a check (check)
I got a check (check)
Ran it up, gotta flex
Ran it up, gotta flex (ran it up)
Ran it up, gotta flex
Ran it up, gotta flex

[Hook: Rich The Kid & Quavo]
I got a check (check)
I got a check (check)
I got a check (check)
I got a check
Ran it up, gotta flex
Ran it up, gotta flex
Ran it up, gotta flex
Ran it up, gotta flex (ran it up)

[Hook: Rich The Kid & Quavo]
I got a check (check)
I got a check (check)
I got a check (check)
Ran it up, gotta flex
Ran it up, gotta flex (ran it up)
Ran it up, gotta flex
Ran it up, gotta flex

 

[fox69]

"In Too Deep"
(feat. Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug)

"In Too Deep"
(feat. Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug)



[Hook:]
I don told all of these bitches
I don't, I do no want no mo kisses
I don told all of my niggas
They betta get up and go get it
I don told all of these bitches and niggas
It's my indecision
And I won't dem racks and I don't care
Feel like I'm in too deep

[Bridge: Quavo]
Don't fall in love with the fishes
Do not get drowned in the water
I don't wanna call her no mo
Cause my niggas think I'm gone spoil her
I can't fall in love with the fishes
Young nigga I think I did it
I'm in way too deep with the digits
Falling in love with the Benjis

[Verse 1: Offset]
So deep in the game I might drown
I play with the fishes, no flounder
I sip on the Actavis, it keep me grounded
I was missing one thing but I found it (Money!)
You niggas ain't shit
You wanna see a nigga fall
But I stand tall
Locked up behind the wall
Making county calls
Remember the time when my teacher said I wouldn't make it?
I'm hungry, I know that the M & M's coming, I taste it

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Too many little bitty bitches
And I know that she gone whip me something
She making profit in the kitchens
Me and Quan
We gotta run
Too many hoes in the studio
I hit lil mama with the switcheroo
Now she ride us like a rodeo
Aww man
They wanna boot up on that Molly, San-Tan
So we gave em a whole gram
She didn't wanna pop it
She told me she wanted to lick it off my hand
Damn

[Verse 3: Rich Homie Quan]
Young nigga in way too deep with her
Switcheroo yo ho let me hit her
Ain't ate in a week, I need 3 dinners
3 piece, thick thighs no miss, winner
I'm in too deep like Omar epps
Where Nia Long at?
Keep calling my phone ion want dis bitch
You can have yo ho back
Deep in some water
Fuck yo fish
I'm finna throw it back
The lame ass nigga gone go for that
Pistols showing, you know I'm strapped
I'm in too deep
And I ain't talm bout water baby
I met you at the trap house
I ain't have to take yo order baby

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"In Yo Life"
(feat. Sean Kingston)

"In Yo Life"
(feat. Sean Kingston)



[Hook: Sean Kingston]
You Ain't never flip no work in yo life (IN YO LIFE)
You Ain't never hit the Curb in yo life (in yo life)
Got em bricks they from MEXICO MEXICO
Got the plug for the Shawty Low [x2]

[Verse 1: Quavo]
You ain't never flip no brick
You ain't never hit no lick
I pull up in six, yo bitch, she cookin' that chick,
Finessin' that bitch
I'm leanin' like kickstand
I'm coolin' with Kingston
My nigga you ain't never hit a juug
With 'bout 5 Niggas in the Nissan
My nigga they takin' the sack, they juug for fuckin' no reason
They cookin' they whippin' the Birdies, no drought in my season
100 racks stashed in my shoe box, rockin' Versace like 2Pac
Pull up and I got Bazookas, got rings like Slick the Ruler
Pull up in Bermuda, my ice is so cooler, shout to my jeweler
My bitch is way cuter, she came with a cutie
Her daddy from Cuba!

[Hook: Sean Kingston]
You Ain't never flip no work in yo life (IN YO LIFE)
You Ain't never hit the Curb in yo life (in yo life)
Got em bricks they from MEXICO MEXICO (MEXICO)
Got the plug for the Shawty Low [x2]

[Verse 2: TakeOff]
I'm the best plug in the city, you fired
Feelin' like 50 "Get Rich or Die Tryin'"
Give me a nick for Amanda Bynes
I'm whippin' mo' racks the babies is cryin'
J's they snortin my jumpin like Jordan
When the packs come in they standin' in line
Gas in my lungs, I'm callin' up Sean
We go to Jamaica to fuck with Diego
No B.O.B but you know I got haters
We kickin' the flava on top of skyscraper
The way that I grind you think I'm a skater
The paper the baker I'm drinkin' on maple, connected like cable
My coupe is disabled, QC the label got Dope on the table
Benjamin Franklins older than SEGA
Now 100'll you get a plan on the label
I am the plug in the socket
In my pocket rocket in my Versace
Come to my hood you payin' A fine
My niggas extorting for dollas

[Hook: Sean Kingston]
You Ain't never flip no work in yo life (IN YO LIFE)
You Ain't never hit the Curb in yo life (in yo life)
Got em bricks they from MEXICO MEXICO
Got the plug for the Shawty Low [x2]

[Verse 3: Offset]
Trap Hard, Stuntin on the Store
You ain't Did It? Hour gettin Dope
In a Plane On a Visit
As a Young Nigga I was movin Quarters
I'm Rappin a Brick, They gettin Deported
You sayin you been Trappin I never seen It
I'm Keepin Em O's [?]
Do yo Research, I been Movin The Work
Got Drugs like CVS Pharmacy Clerk
Yo Bitch Got Bashed Stashed In her Perse
Run Up on Migo Gang, Get Put in a Hearse
That Life you talk Is a Lie
The streets is Jungle You Gotta Learn how to Survive
Bitch Bench Press but I be movin Weight
Is a trail Of Dope on the Interstate
TouchDown on the Plug Run Up in And Say
"You Livin a Lie" and he Call the case
You Flexin Like Popeye With Spinach
Got 3 Birds In the Bottom Of the Engine
Pull Out the Rocket, He Pussy, He Flinchin'
You Trappin' and Cappin' But Don't Got no Witness

[Hook: Sean Kingston]
You Ain't never flip no work in yo life (IN YO LIFE)
You Ain't never hit the Curb in yo life (in yo life)
Got em bricks they from MEXICO MEXICO
Got the plug for the Shawty Low [x2]

 

[fox69]

"Ion Need No Label"

"Ion Need No Label"


[Intro:]
Migos gang
Migos Gang

[Hook: Quavo]
I been had a sack
I don't need no label, I don't need no label, I don't need no label
I been had guap
I don't need no label, I don't need no label, I don't need no label
I been had racks
I don't need no label, I don't need no label, I don't need no label
Hunduns, still cash
I don't need no label, I don't need no label, I don't need no label

[Verse 1: Quavo]
I been had cash nigga, I don't need no label
Ever since a young nigga, I been chasing paper
Fuck with my block gang niggas in Decatur
Golf ball shots in your body like a crater
She fuck the whole team man, you don't need to save her
John Madden super bowl ring from the Raiders
You steppin' on my lawn, house with 44 acres
Go to the jeweler, walk out colder than a glacier
Wrist looking like a pack of fucking Life-Savers
Watch out for them goons cause I will put 'em on your table
Money stretching 'round the world like an equator
I don't need no label
BMG the label
Gone

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Offset]
I don't need no label
Money stack like Lego's
I been getting money VVS's on my navel
Pull up in a drop top coupe, look like the Mayor
Two cup, Styrofoam, filled up with maple
Pull up to the front of the club like I'm disabled
Two bitches in the kitchen cooking Vanilla Wafers
The Lamb outside, young nigga, yeah I own it
Don't like the mid around me, I don't condone it
Gucci aviators on my face to catch the focus
My bitch is not local, two bands around her shoulder
I don't need a deal little nigga I thought I told you
Pull up in a Lotus, to catch the haters focus

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
I don't need no label, I don't need no label
No Cash Money, No Limit
My money no limit
Riding in the Bentley, with the windows tinted
Foreign bitch is sucking, got to know they fucking
Rolling of a molly, rolling off a Xan
Calling up the plug for them stupid drugs
In the kitchen with them stainless steel like a chef
I don't need no label nigga I sign my damn self
I got loud, Xan, molly, and I got that meth
Pull up in Rari, Audi
The VVS's on my neck and rockin'
Been plugged in with the Haitian's
Stacking all my cash, Grants, Jacksons, and the Franklins

[Hook]

[Outro]

 

[fox69]

"Islands"
(feat. Rich The Kid & Ty Dolla Sign)

"Islands"
(feat. Rich The Kid & Ty Dolla Sign)



[Intro - Quavo:]
Yo, nice to meet you
Adios!

[Hook - Quavo:]
We taking trips, on the islands
My bitch bad, she from the islands
Where the plug? He on the islands
No Gilligan, I'm on the islands
Splash, trip, islands
Water, islands
Splash, trip, lots of islands
Living on the islands

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
Quavo, Quavo, on the islands cooling like Gullah Gullah
I'm independent I ain't tryna sign to Warner Brothers
We'll take ten mil' for a Label deal
And I don't want the PT if it ain't Double Seal
Life is a gamble game, wrist still a hurricane
In a Audi getting brain, swerving in the other lane
They wanna fuck with me cause I'm a millionaire
Spectacular, the choppas in the back and in the frigidaire
You don't even wanna bust a move, come on my friend
Got them on stand-by on snooze, stand-by my free
I just pushed the button and you lose, you lose my free
PAW!

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Ty Dolla $ign:]
I got dreads like I'm from the islands
Smokin' weed like I'm from the islands
I just met a bad lightskin bitch on Highland
I'm a get some brand new pussy tonight
Dolla Sign and Migos we the trendsetters
Pushaz Ink the label we the trendsetters
That's yo' bitch, on God, she was just with us
That's yo' bitch, tonight, nigga don't kiss her
Rum and coke, she drink pina coladas
I only smoke kush, these niggas still on the chronic
Met a redbone, in bikini bottoms
Look just like Rihanna, say she from the islands

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Rich The Kid:]
My bitch from the islands I covered her in diamonds
The haters can't stop me from shinin'
Don't play with me nigga, Machete will hit you
Young nigga you know that I'm Haitian
I had to stay down while we trappin' the vacant
Mama she said we would make it
Feels good to be rich
Got a jet, take a trip
Fuck nigga we made it!
The plug on the islands, no Gilligan
I pull out my wallet, finessin' him
I be with the migos, no Mexican
I'm a young rich nigga
I'm buying whatever no matter the cost
Yo' boyfriend about to come fuck with a boss
I ride in a Maybach, no Ross

[Verse 4 - Offset:]
Welcome to my island
Lions, bears, and tigers
Selling babies, cooking toddlers
Bad bitches givin' knowledge
Welcome to my land
Molly santan' kickstand
Choppas on deck like Iran
Whippin' and flippin' them candy yams
On the islands, no Gilligan
You niggas are sweeter than Cinnamon
I run to the money with energy
My loafers are 'gator amphibians
Rocca been trappin' for centuries
How the hell you don't know Benjamin?
You run up on me it's a penalty
His pack went missin', a mystery

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Jumpin Like Jordan (KickRaux x Riot Ten Remix)"
(with Rich The Kid)

"Jumpin Like Jordan (KickRaux x Riot Ten Remix)"
(with Rich The Kid)



[Hook - Rich The Kid:]
Got the trap house like Jordan
Pull up in a brand new foreign
300 on the dash and I paid straight cash
Take off on you niggas Jeff Gordon
AP, it cost me 50
Model ho yeah she with me
Livin' life like I'm Diddy
In the Kitchen with Whitney
Got the trap house jumpin' like Jordan
Trap house jumpin' like Jordan
Got the trap house jumpin' like Jordan
Trap house jumpin' like Jordan
AP, it cost me 50
Model ho yeah she wit me
Living life like I'm Diddy
In the Kitchen with Whitney

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
Trap house jumpin' like Jordan
J's in the hood, they’re snortin'
Double cup, lean, I’m pourin'
Yo' bitch whippin' in the early mornin'
Pulled up in the drop top Phantom
Niggas in the hood can’t stand it
My whip game is so special
I’m whippin' up the whole Grand Canyon
I got Molly, I got white, Marilyn Mason!
I went to the jeweler, cashed out on a new piece, now my diamonds dancin'
Yo bitch think I'm romantic, my coke card game is frantic
My whip game make you panic, my plug is Phil Jackson
Feeling like Mutombo, I got all these Kush bowls
Juggin' at the Texaco, you smoking on Reginald?
Trap game Elvis Presley, you can’t impress me
Dark skinned ho can cook the dope, she look like Nestle

[Hook - Rich The Kid]

[Verse 2 - Rich The Kid:]
Got the trap house jumpin' like Kobe
Cashed out, hundred K on a Rollie
You ain't one of me, nigga, don't talk to me, nigga
I'm a real ass nigga, you phony
In the kitchen whippin' up them babies
Make the Pyrex trap go crazy
Young nigga got money, young nigga got work
Young nigga got crack like the 80s
I'm winnin', I'm winnin', I'm Dunkin', I'm Dunkin'
I'm Jordan, you're not even Kobe
In the kitchen with a Pyrex pot
Where the whippin' in the pot too hot
Drinkin' lean, out the bottle
In the Aston Martin foreign with a model
Twenty racks on me, got tats on me
In the bed with six hoes like 2 x 3

[Hook - Rich The Kid]

[Verse 3 - Takeoff:]
I’m a free man, no Morgan!
That choppa, it take out you organs
I play with them keys, no organ!
Your bitch in my kitchen, she snorting
The lean, I’m pouring, I'm snoring
I’m making them plays in Delaware
Versace, Medusa my underwear
Who the fuck, nigga better have haircare
You don't trap on the block if you dont live there
The trap be jumpin', and bunkin'
The fiends they running, the money keep comin'
I'm kickin' hoes out like a punter
If I start shootin', turn to a track runner
I'm callin' up Rich, he bringin' the kids
Whippin' the babies all summer

[Hook - Rich The Kid]

 

[fox69]

"Jumpin' Like Jordan"
(with Rich The Kid)

"Jumpin' Like Jordan"
(with Rich The Kid)



[Hook: Rich The Kid]
Got the trap house like Jordan
Pull up in a brand new foreign
300 on the dash and I paid straight cash
Take off on you niggas Jeff Gordon
AP, it cost me 50
Model ho yeah she with me
Livin' life like I'm Diddy
In the Kitchen with Whitney
Got the trap house jumpin' like Jordan
Trap house jumpin' like Jordan
Got the trap house jumpin' like Jordan
Trap house jumpin' like Jordan
AP, it cost me 50
Model ho yeah she wit me
Living life like I'm Diddy
In the Kitchen with Whitney

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Trap house jumpin' like Jordan
J's in the hood, they’re snortin'
Double cup, lean, I’m pourin'
Yo' bitch whippin' in the early mornin'
Pulled up in the drop top Phantom
Niggas in the hood can’t stand it
My whip game is so special
I’m whippin' up the whole Grand Canyon
I got Molly, I got white, Marilyn Mason!
I went to the jeweler, cashed out on a new piece, now my diamonds dancin'
Yo bitch think I'm romantic, my coke card game is frantic
My whip game make you panic, my plug is Phil Jackson
Feeling like Mutombo, I got all these Kush bowls
Juggin' at the Texaco, you smoking on Reginald?
Trap game Elvis Presley, you can’t impress me
Dark skinned ho can cook the dope, she look like Nestle

[Hook: Rich The Kid]

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Got the trap house jumpin' like Kobe
Cashed out, hundred K on a Rollie
You ain't one of me, nigga, don't talk to me, nigga
I'm a real ass nigga, you phony
In the kitchen whippin' up them babies
Make the Pyrex trap go crazy
Young nigga got money, young nigga got work
Young nigga got crack like the 80s
I'm winnin', I'm winnin', I'm Dunkin', I'm Dunkin'
I'm Jordan, you're not even Kobe
In the kitchen with a Pyrex pot
Where the whippin' in the pot too hot
Drinkin' lean, out the bottle
In the Aston Martin foreign with a model
Twenty racks on me, got tats on me
In the bed with six hoes like 2 x 3

[Hook: Rich The Kid]

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
I’m a free man, no Morgan!
That choppa, it take out you organs
I play with them keys, no organ!
Your bitch in my kitchen, she snorting
The lean, I’m pouring, I'm snoring
I’m making them plays in Delaware
Versace, Medusa my underwear
Who the fuck, nigga better have haircare
You don't trap on the block if you don't live there
The trap be jumpin', and bunkin'
The fiends they running, the money keep comin'
I'm kickin' hoes out like a punter
If I start shootin', turn to a track runner
I'm callin' up Rich, he bringin' the kids
Whippin' the babies all summer

[Hook: Rich The Kid]

 

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"Jumpin' Like Jordan (Remix)"
(feat. Migos & Lil Durk)

"Jumpin' Like Jordan (Remix)"
(feat. Migos & Lil Durk)



[Lil Durk:]
Trap house jumping like Jeremy, can't lend a bitch none of this money
Spent 28 sacks for showing these racks and the trap house jumping like Jordan
Savages savages savages, trickin off to a bitch I ain't having it
100 p's I ain't talking about whip but I got a couple whips that we use for the trafficking
Lot of gold, lot of guns, lot of sace, name ring got everybody watching
Turn your bitch to a fan now she starting, dope smoke got the dope smelling rotten
Uhh jugg molly water, jugg jugg I pull up like uhh
Uhh thinkin I'm a bull uhh I say uhh!
In the trap, in the trap, in the trap, no rap then it's back to the trap
Lean got a nigga wanna nap, "Dis Ain't What You Want" got a nigga on the map
No seatbelt but a nigga stay strap, I'm straight in the city running laps
One nighter off a pill I'm a bite her, fuck who don't like us 300 where it's at

[Hook:]
Got the trap house jumping like Jordan
Pull up in a brand new foreign
300 hundred on the dash, and a paycheck, cash, take off on you niggas, Jeff Gordon
Ap, it cost me fifty
Model ho, yeah she with me
Living life like I'm Diddy
In the kitchen with Whitney
Got the trap house jumping like Jordan, trap, trap house jumping like Jordan
Got the trap house jumping like Jordan, trap, trap house jumping like Jordan
Ap, it cost me fifty
Model ho, yeah she with me
Living life like I'm Diddy
In the kitchen with Whitney

[Quavo:]
Yeah, Yeah trap house jumping like Jordan
J's in the hood, they're snorting
Double cup, lean, I'm pouring
Your bitch whipping in the early morning
Pulled up in the drop top phantom
Niggas in the hood can't stand it
Whip game is so special
I'm whipping at the whole grand canyon
I got Molly, I got white, Marilyn Mason!
I went to the jeweler, cashed out on a new piece, now my diamonds dancing
Your bitch think I'm romantic
My coke card game is frantic
My whip game make you panic
My plug is Phil Jackson,
Feeling like Mutombo, I got all the Kush bowls
Juggin at the Texaco, you smoking on Reginald
Trap game, Elvis Presley, you can't impress me
Dark skinned ho, cook up the dope, she look like Nestle
Gone...

[Hook]

[Rich The Kid:]
Got the trap house jumping like Kobe
Cashed a hundred K on the rollie,
You don't want it with me nigga, don't talk to me nigga
I'm a real ass nigga, you phony!
In the kitchen whipping up them babies
And pirex trap go crazy
Young nigga got money, young nigga got work
Young nigga got crack like the 80s,
I'm winning, I'm winning, I'm dunking, I'm dunking
I'm Jordan, you not even Kobe
In the kitchen with the pirex pot
Water whipping and the pot too hot
Drinking lean, out the bottle
In a Aston Martin, foreign with a model
So many racks on me, got tats on me
In the bed with 6 hoes like 2 x 3...

[Hook]

[TakeOff:]
Trap house like Jordan
I'm a free man, no Morgan!
That choppa, it take out you organs
I play with them keys, no organ!
Bitch in my kitchen, she snorting
The lean, I'm pouring, I'm snoring
I'm making them plays in Delaware
Versace, Medusa my underwear
Who the fuck, nigga better have help
You don't trap on the block if you don't live there
The trap be jumping, and bunking, the fiends they running, the money keep coming
I'm kicking hoes out like a punter, if I start shooting, turn to a track runner
I'm calling up rich, he bringing the kids, Whipping the babies all summer

[Hook]