Migos — Roadrunner

Whoa You know what I'm saying? Niggas done forgot about this shit, mane, uh These niggas trippin', uh Zaytoven Maison Margiela, I'm dripping, I'm stepping They know that I'm repping my gang Wockhardt, the Perky, the Addy I'm mixing the dope, I got dope in my chain Supercharged all of my cars, and I'm going to Mars And this money ain't changed Took off my top, I'm exposing the brain I got young niggas ready to stain Told a bad bitch, “Don't speak” Left a waterfall on the sheets Hands on the wall, Mona Lisa Switch my ho by the week Bring my flame to the street Fuck her in the throat Keep my name out the street Runnin' to the bank, track meet Bricks in the truck, Road Runner, beep beep Don't give a fuck if a bitch is a nun She sucking me numb, til' I go to sleep Woke up and told myself I am the don Then bought me a Dawn, that shit wasn't cheap Nah, nah, ain't givin' no ones I got a lil' stick, and the arm with a reach Trap out the wide body Jeep You already know 'bout the robotic key Ran out of thunder, the trap doing numbers Burn out the 'Cat, but I serve in the Honda Saving my money, my vision was tunnel Remember I thought that a hundred was something I chose the streets and it's hurting my momma I heard the beat and the millions start comin' I had no money, been locked in the jungle I drive the coupe and it's not in the summer Back against the wall, they abandoned a G The Za' it keep tasting like candy to me Thotty can fuck on my man and then me Porta potty the opp, you smell the degree The block, the Nawf is embedded in me Leave him hot, he got hit with the cut in his sleep I pay a dub to my brother, let's eat Bought my bitch a new Urus and buttered the seats Maison Margiela, I'm dripping, I'm stepping They know that I'm repping my gang (Gang, my gang) Wockhardt, the Perky, the Addy I'm mixing the dope, got dope in my chain Supercharge all of my cars, and I'm going to Mars And this money ain't changed Took off my top, I'm exposing the brain I got young niggas ready to stain Told a bad bitch, “Don't Speak” Left a waterfall on the sheets Hands on the wall, Mona Lisa Switch my ho by the week Bring my flame to the street Fuck her in the throat Keep my name out the street Runnin' to the bank, track meet Bricks in the truck, Road Runner, beep beep Demon in the Gladiator Jeep Low key movin' in the streets Bulletproof trucks in the fleet Mafia ties too deep I cut the inside of the Mercedes, I'm crazy Don't trap in one spot, we'll switch the location Ordered it up and it came with some gravy Bigger the bails, better come with the payment Ain't nothin' just the Nawf side, Nawf Top floor sittin' like a boss ( Brrt, there go the call Dominos, them niggas fall Behind the back, double the cross No, I'm not talkin' 'bout dribble the ball We buckin' that shit on the law Yo Gotti, the way we get off From the beginning We had the talent to win it Protectin' the business I'm buying the block new extensions You can not walk in my J's, you kiddin' You will be finished Hustle mentality, Mamba mentality Scrape every dollar and penny Maison Margiela, I'm dripping, I'm stepping They know that I'm repping my gang Wockhardt, the Perky, the Addy I'm mixing the dope, I got dope in my chain Supercharge all of my cars, and I'm going to Mars And this money ain't changed Took off my top, I'm exposing the brain I got young niggas ready to stain Told a bad bitch, “Don't Speak” Left a waterfall on the sheets Hands on the wall, Mona Lisa Switch my ho by the week Bring my flame to the street Fuck her in the throat Keep my name out the street Runnin' to the bank, track meet Bricks in the truck, Road Runner, beep beep Big stones, it's a waterfall leak I never been a clone, it's only one of me When I slide, when I ride, keep the fire under me Niggas in the street don't think shit's sweet Your bitch act right, I give her a treat Chrome Heart jeans and Patek Phillipe She want a Birkin, I tell her go work it She ain't gon' sit there and get it for free Lil' bitty bitch, she petite Thinking 'bout taking her home with me She hop in the coupe and get to frowning her face 'Cause she talkin' 'bout the Za Za stink My ice came from Elliot No not the water that's outta your sink Got so many Ks, Confederate Don't think about touching on my Cuban link I got the gang in ink All of my bro's gon' stain for me I flood the gang with chains 'Cause I know that they won't change on me Me and the coupe, that's a couple I throw the racks in the duffle I gotta ride with a cutter Styro the cup, and it gotta be double Maison Margiela, I'm dripping, I'm stepping They know that I'm repping my gang Wockhardt, the Perky, the Addy I'm mixing the dope, got dope in my chain Supercharge all of my cars, and I'm going to Mars And this money ain't changed Took off my top, I'm exposing the brain I got young niggas ready to stain Told a bad bitch, “Don't Speak” Left a waterfall on the sheets Hands on the wall, Mona Lisa Switch my ho by the week Bring my flame to the street Fuck her in the throat Keep my name out the street Runnin' to the bank, track meet Bricks in the truck, Road Runner, beep beep