Migos — How We Coming

Yeah, feel me? Yeah, you know what I'm saying? Trap talk shit, you know what I mean? Yeah, ain't nothing nice over here, nigga You gotta get your shit your own way Trifecta shit, you know what I mean? You know how we coming Somebody tell these niggas what's happening I dropped the ball right out of the gate Now I'm trapping Nigga, quit capping Put a little shit up, we taxing I can't count that shit backwards If they don't free him now then he maxing Now I'm sitting back relaxing Talked that shit over the phone They talking that shit in the tweets We can see that shit all on the 'Gram Nigga we 'bout to go ham Run that shit or shut it down We 'bout to go out of town Come back and bring all the pounds We 'bout to go out of town Bring her back, breaking it down Thirties, fifties, hundred rounds Sipping, smoking out the pound Capital smiley faces, fuck a frown I want that cash, nigga, fuck a crown I give my last to my niggas who been with me from the past 'cause they stayed down And it's a couple niggas that was with me, I cut 'em, they lost and was never found And it's a lot of shit that we done did, that we can't talk about or show on the 'Gram They pay me to go out of town That shit like a boomerang, come back around It's just like a movie when cameras come out and they flashing like Tarantino was around Patek is Rolls, it cost me a Rolls I'm talking a Cullinan, color of brown We put your face on a T-shirt Drinking codeine, I think that my teeth hurt I jumped off the porch feet first Before I eat, I gotta get geeked first They told us we didn't inspire lil' bro and 'em I told 'em, "Go do your research" They calling the flag When we see the opps, we buy 'em a new hearse Cheat on my bitch and I told her I'm sorry, but fuck it, I bought her a new purse You know how we coming Somebody tell these niggas what's happening I dropped the ball right out of the gate Now I'm trapping Nigga, quit capping Put a little shit up, we taxing I can't count that shit backwards If they don't free him now then he maxing Now I'm sitting back relaxing Talked that shit over the phone They talking that shit in the tweets We can see that shit all on the 'Gram Nigga we 'bout to go ham Run that shit or shut it down We 'bout to go out of town Come back and bring all the pounds You know how it go Bitch should've fucked but she know what I know Kicked down the door, that was all that I know Credit card fraud and I bought me a bowl Chrome Heart drip, take a pic, I'm lit Multi-millionaire riding with a stick Make her do a handstand, sucking good dick Where would I be if I ain't never hit a lick? Who put a bag on your back? You a bitch Chopper gon' shatter 'em, spray 'em like Chris We ball together, I give a assist Can't fall, no never, I ain't second, not shit Thank God for my life, I wasn't right I seen my mama cry middle the night My brother got hit up, he fought for his life My watch is heavy, these baguettes is light I'm popping meds and I know it ain't right I cannot sleep like a thief at the night Dressed in all black like a deacon, we striped The chopper gon' spit out the teeth like it's Mike I bought me the Lamb' then I bought me the Rover I don't drive but I keep me a chauffeur I stay focused, the game is poker I put diamonds in Cartier bifocals We winning, let's pour up and toast then She like when I fuck her and choke her She set up the opps and we smoke 'em Ain't no drought in the trap, we in motion You know how we coming Somebody tell these niggas what's happening I dropped the ball right out of the gate Now I'm trapping Nigga, quit capping Put a little shit up, we taxing I can't count that shit backwards If they don't free him now then he maxing Now I'm sitting back relaxing Talked that shit over the phone They talking that shit in the tweets We can see that shit all on the 'Gram Nigga we 'bout to go ham Run that shit or shut it down We 'bout to go out of town Come back and bring all the pounds Huncho