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Quavo - Migo Gang x Slaughter Gang Music lyrics

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

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Hit a n***a in the head (Hit him)
We ain't shooting at the legs (Naw)
Back in the day had a trick bike, had a bad b**h on the pegs (b**h!)
Some of my n***as bang blue (Crip)
Some of my n***as bang red (Blood)
Some of my n***as bang black (GD)
All of my n***as keep straps (Grrah)
Spend three hundred on a napp (Aye!)
They s**ing, f** the whole trap
b**h, you know my pockets fat (Sloppy)
Quavo walking Warren Sapp (Sacks)
Takeoff buying only Act (Lean!)
You n***as sipping just to act (Actors!)
Bought a Beamer wrapped it matte (Skrt!)
Got a shooter, peep hole out the back (Grraw!)
Never been a minority (Naww)
Take the pot and Chuck Norris it (Oh!)
You n***as looking unfortunate (Woo)
Different types of babies like a orphanage (Babies!)
I hit my money, end of story
I hate when I had to go to court and sh** (Hate it!)
You thinking that I'm cooking up porridge (Cooking!)
The way I'm whipping up my wrist and sh** (Whip it!)
Damn, this hoe she annoying
After I f** her, I'm finna get rid of the b**h (Gone!)
What type of sh** that he on
Go get the 30 young n***a, go empty the clip (Grraw!)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Slaughter Gang, I'm the king b**h
Mac 90 with the beam, b**h
Hi-Tech, you sipping green b**h
21, hold the pot with my left arm
Catching plays like Brett Favre
You a gold fish and I'm a f**ing shark
Whip the pot n***a, whip it hard
AK make a n***a 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**h and she loyal to dick
Chasing money, I can't lay with no b**h
Murda Gang, we don't play with the beef
Put 'em on a plate and we gonna eat
n***as snitching, I put 10 on the G's
Margielas, I put rent on my feet
n***as p**y, I see through 'em they weak
f** 12, we keep sh** in the streets
I brought her to the spot that b**h was a freak
f**ed her on the floor, can't f** up my sheets

[Verse 3: Offset]
Offset!
We really invented you n***as
The judge tried to sentence a n***a
f** a pot, now my 44 n***a
Stuck in the pickle, grinding from a nickel
Trapping in trenches, two bricks in the rental
I'm crazy I'm psycho, it's 'bout to get physical
Run a circle 'round the plug, that's a pick and roll
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Feds watching so I walk on my tippy toes
I'm rich as b**h, I want in on that lick
I'm not romantic, my bullet gon' kiss
Get in that pot, get the work in your wrist
I was born with the gift, got the fame and the grip
Hop in the jet and I take me a trip
Geeked out on codeine, I sip and I sip
Jump off the stage, I might jump out the VIP
I'm covered in money, covered like a quimp
I'm smoking on cookie, not smoking on piff
Don't talk to the police, not giving out tips
That ain't that boot, that molly look too clear
I don't care what you heard, I jump straight in my Lier
Standing in the kitchen, cooking fish fillet
Run up my money, I stash me a Wraith
Don't run up on me n***a, pump your brakes
I feed you the 223, dinner plate!

[Verse 3: ManMan Savage]
Run up on me n***a, 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** with you, you a dub
21 Gang, we got weight
All of my n***a, we straight
Pull up on a n***a, we'll take
Headshot a n***a, leave him in a lake
Round table with the Migo Gang and the Slaughter Gang, we on break
b**h too skinny I don't want her, f** the b**h, the b**h might break
I got a hundred round drum on that K
I keep that b**h with me, you know that bae
Never let a n***a know where I stay
Have a n***a staking out where he stay
I get that cash, I ain't got time to play
Hold up that choppa, this mask on my face
Shoot out the (?) then pull off (?)
(?), got bananas in K's
p**y n***as turn to preachers like Ma$e
Finna slide to where I keep me a K
Juvenile hit a n***a with tre
(?)
WOO!

[Verse 4: Rich The Kid]
Whipping a brick with a frying pan
Made a 100 K with a broke hand
Trapping down with the desert eagle
Actavis all in my 2 liter
Finnessing the plug for a whole thang
Rollie all white like the c**aine
I got a freak with a nose ring
Cut that b**h down like I'm 2 Chainz
Walking around with a 100 thou
I'm actually rich, you just talk about it
Pull up with choppers and air it out
I empty the clip in your mama house
Hit a jug for the work, still serving
Get rich or die trying like Curtis
I roll with a brick and she nervous
Pull out the Wraith when I'm flexing on purpose
I started trapping in first grade
I put the lean in a lemonade
I pour a four, got a fever
Dab school, I'm the teacher
Riding scrap with the nina
Big balling, no bleachers
100 K for one feature
Bad b**h, she no keeper

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