Migos – Commando (LYRICS)

Migos – Commando (LYRICS)
All my ns turn to Rambo or commando
We the first ones that came up with the bando
Talking ‘bout you got the Act but what they goin’ for
I’m bout to start extorting ns for that Migo flow
We the ones that really came in with the kicking doors
Same ns brought Versace to the centerfold
Take off on the plug, I hit himm with the finger roll
If you can buy the car then why the k you rent it for
All of my ns they ready to get you and hit you and flip you
And never leave no witnesses to see you
And if you, thinkin’ ‘bout calling your mommy, your daddy, your brothers, your sisters
That chopper hit you, having a seizure
I been teaching ns lingo like I’m a teacher
Mamacita, she looking like a picture of Mona Lisa
Fd ‘em up with the dab, so we goin’ up on the feature
All of my bitches they piped up and conceited
All rose gold on, call it Rose Bowl
I got the key and the game on lock like a cheat code
Fa bad h, I’m fg with the fleek hoes
And I’d never give my soul up for a bankroll
Nget lucky standing right there by the rainbow
No rain though, I’m in the Yung Rich Nation raincoat
Good aim though, that red dot right up at your Kangol
Looking in my DMs and I see your main ho
You know we the ones that came up with the bando
Them boys talking ‘bout the boards in the windows
When you trapping keep a shooter at the front door
, 12!, running out the back door
The ring on my pinky is bigger than a globe
Skippa Da Flippa done flipped a n, never fold
Piping up in front of your bh, you get elbowed
Ping pong, hit a na with the ring on
Yung Rich Nation jeans on, it’s your theme song
So many pints in my crib, it’s a lean home
I’m so high I just need a wall to lean on
Phone home, get so stoned when we gone
Cookie smoking, the ozone, rich snowcone
Mink it cost five, I leave the coat on
Bh time to get your roll on
Chop aa with the Ric Flair robe on
Hold on
All my nig turn to Rambo or commando
We the first ones that came up with the bando
Talking ‘bout you got the Act but what they goin’ for
I’m bout to start extorting ns for that Migo flow
We the ones that really came in with the kicking doors
Same ni brought Versace to the centerfold
Take off on the plug, I hit himm with the finger roll
If you can buy the car then why the fyou rent it for
All of my ni they ready to get you and hit you and flip you
And never leave no witnesses to see you
And if you, thinkin’ ‘bout calling your mommy, your daddy, your brothers, your sisters
That chopper hit you, having a seizure
I been teaching niglingo like I’m a teacher
Mamacita, she looking like a picture of Mona Lisa
F ‘em up with the dab, so we goin’ up on the feature
All of my bit they piped up and conceited
Semiautomatic out the window of the Caddy
I know this shit is tragic, toss your bitch up like a salad
Walk up in the Mansion, I just made a money pilin’
Trappin’ out the bando, selling crack up in the alley
I sent my young ns, I got Foo with the tool
Contemplating should I drop a four or drop a deuce
Heard you a real slick looking for a good lick
But my nis ain’t going for the bu
I got the stick, n don’t trip
N run up in your house and tying up your
Boot up thatin the morning on grits
J’s at the bando in the morning, got to fix
I’m sitting on the pedestal, my diamonds look impeccable
Your b sg my just like an edible
Make htake a physical like medical
Fu bit over, she like it’s a miracle
You n don’t even know I got some pain in me
Missing my grandma, wish she could sing to me
A lot of dirt I did, I got some shame in me
When I’m pulling up I drop the brain on it
Came in the game with the fashion statement
We dropped Versace, the fame it came quick
Got to stay focused, consistent, don’t quit
Brick on my wrist and it make me a lick
[Verse 3: Quavo] They way they took a ns dab I want to smack a n
Knock a n lights out, uncle whack a n
These s made out of plastic like a action figure
I can’t kick it with your b, I ain’t no Falcon’s kicker
Young a in the hood eating Honey-sicles
I’ma send your ho a text with the purple pickle
N I ain’t gotta flex, I’m a real nigga
I know ns in the bando still trapping nickles
Pop a perc, you think I’m Marshawn eating Skittles
Everybody still comparing Migos to the Beatles
Who the f you think you scaring with that lil Nina?
Call my nis and they pulling up like Al-Qaeda
Damn I mean Al-Qaeda, spray ‘em like a firefighter
For fg with the albino, feeling like Mekhi Phifer
Nis having ghostwriters, stripes like I’m Tony Tiger
Migo gang the three [?], then they try to doubt us
I know you remember the titans

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Originally posted 2023-12-11 04:26:27.