| Meet me in the trap, I’m having pounds
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| Niggas having straps, don’t come around
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| Niggas having all white, yeah, that step-down
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| Just hit me when you need me, I’ll pull up on you right now Bitch ride like six
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| pack, break her like Kit-Kat
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| Ho fuck around, get kidnapped
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| Drown the bricks in the water, take a bird bath
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| All white diamonds like RiFF RAFF
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| Trap! |
| Flippin' and breaking the packs, I got the catch in the back
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| Migo got the gas, no petrol, made a million dollars on the metro
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| Giving them hell, DJ Durel, watch the dope on the scale
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| Sippin' the lean, moving like shell, but I’m still the belts
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| Clientele, clientele, bitch I’ve been running from twelve
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| Shipping the pounds in the mail, Migo Gang label cartel
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| Meet me in the bando, flippin' bricks like it’s a sandal
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| Got a chopper, and it’s camo, murkin', that’s a lot of ammo
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| I got more blow than a candle, get pulled up in Bugatti
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| Migo Gang, we so ignorant, take your dope, take your flats and shit
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| My wrist blow a kiss, I might take your bitch for a hit
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| Look at my bitch, she British, Australian gator my feet
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| And when the pack in the town, we baggin' them up in them grounds
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| I’ve got O’s, no nouns
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| Married to the money, to the gold vowel |