Migos

Migos - Cross The Country songtekst

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Young rich nigga, riding round the city with the mac

Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch he's leaking

Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it

Nigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget

Nah for real

What the f**k a nigga really wanna talk about?

You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about

Shaking like a stripper, put that magic up in his mouth

Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up, and bust it down

Migo (?), whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve

J-1 got PT's, and sold that reserved

I'm a (Hot) Boy, so you know I gotta stay low

Quavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo

You niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet

Set! Told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet

No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet

Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check

I'm a young nigga, with the rich nigga ambitions

At the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties

There's levels to this shit like Meek said

And you embarrassed to admit it

I don't want to kick it

After my show

The gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious

Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga

And all he wanted was a picture

I used to smoke swishers, like a regular nigga

Now I'm a backwoods type of nigga

A nigga, he run up, tried to rob, I shot him

White people, they still treat me like I'm a Bieber

Now people they screaming out "Free Activis"

They talking bout that Activis be discontinued

Check my cup of muddy trouble, trapper, got packs in the attic

Catch me riding with packs in my rental

Trap, trap down when I'm on the revenue

Cooking a brick, and remix it with the dog food

Diamond brick with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues

24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool

Master P, no limit, money been all jumping like a bungee

Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny

Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies

f**k it, I beat it, she sucking me till a nigga be cumming



Cross the country

Cross the country

You may never been there catch me

Cross the country



Cross the country

Cross the country

Coca leaves, and palm trees

We cross the country



Cross the country

Cross the country

She don't understand English, but she want me



Cross the country

Cross the country

I had to get a visa, cause I'm in and out the country



[Verse 2: Offset]

When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name

I stole a mustang, drop top, no brain

Police had a nigga, cause they know I'm in the game

Taking pictures of a nigga, like a groupie, like a fan

On my first lick, only got a little bit of change

Thinking like Obama, something gotta change

Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains

When I got outta jail, did the same thing

I spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang

Cocaine in the nose like a (?)

My nigga be trapping the gas, propane

Hit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang

I was getting money, way before the rap game

As a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain

They say that I'm ignorant, $50,000 on a chain

You know it ain't come from Johnny Dang

Fake watch busta can't bust me, no lie

Won't catch me with the fake jewelry, I got too much pride

They killed my nigga Pistol Pete, for a three-five

I pay the ticket, when are you gon' die

I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies

I got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at popeyes

The streets is a jungle, my nigga, you better survive

Getting married to the money nigga, that my bride

My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye

You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by

Put the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly

Glah! Glah! Glah!

In the bushes like a spy

Nigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly

Talking crazy to the migos, boy you know we keep the fire

Got that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino

Young rich nigga, never made the honor roll

Hit his ass with the 4 4, make him fold

Chattahoochee river where that nigga body float

On the nation, my nigga we throwing up the Folks

She on a mission, trying to film me, better get your ho

Big bank, take little bank

Yellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake

Two Glocks on my hip, like tomb raider

Arnold Schwarzenegger, turn into the terminator



Cross the country

Cross the country

You may never been there catch me

Cross the country



Cross the country

Cross the country

Coca leaves, and palm trees

We cross the country



Cross the country

Cross the country

She don't understand English, but she want me



Cross the country

Cross the country

I had to get a visa, cause I'm in and out the country



Cross the country

My plug he in Wyoming

And the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me

And the whole word know that a young nigga rap

But a pussy nigga better not provoke me

Came in the game with the formula, sold it

Now I gotta switch it up on you phonies

Pocket full of macaroni, mac-11, run up on you

All you can eat in my trap, like it's Shoney's

Rich Nigga Timeline

That's my motherf**king testimony

Out in the desert, got bricks in the donkey

Rich nigga, with a pot of gold, like a leprechaun

And I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon

My niggas collecting extortion funds

We built an empire like Megatron

QC the label

Migo the gang

Already told you

I want the M&Ms, f**k the fame

No shame in game, I'm a bull with the nine

Like Loul Deng, finna bang with the thing

Walking through the crowd, ain't gotta touch the chain

Get juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game

Squad shit

Oh no

I done rolled around the block and I don't see him

I paid a J $200, just to hit me when he see him

If I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him

Caught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita

He had some jewelry on him, worth $100, so I took it from him

Took the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment

They say he got work, now I own him

Now my squad, they going nuts, no Makonnen

In the players pad, at the Caesar's Palace

Out in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman

All types of euros and yen

I got money in Berlin

I told the Lord forgive me for my sins

'Cause I don't wanna do it again



Cross the country

Cross the country

You may never been there catch me

Cross the country



Cross the country

Cross the country

Coca leaves, and palm trees

We cross the country



Cross the country

Cross the country

She don't understand English, but she want me



Cross the country

Cross the country

I had to get a visa, cause I'm in and out the country
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