Mundo

Said where I'm from, we shot dice and played King of the Hill

Third Coast Migo, I'm from the land of the trill

Where they puttin' 30 inches on them Vics and them 'Villes

It prolly be your best friend'll get you packed for them bills

You was tryna flex bricks and gor zipped for a seal

I'ma sneak the drank in and take a sip every meal

Said I can't sit down, I still ain't touch a mil'

Migo, I'm still gettin ten every summer

OG pullin' out he big Benz and the Hummers

Cowboy boots they put chrome on the Rovers

Big Louis V trench, they tuck the strap in the holster

I'm a Third Coast nigga, I mix drink in my soda

Throw the money, then I watch the bitch back it up

My homegirl said, "Nigga, don't trick. add it up"

It all comes with the game, plus I been had enough

I'm in the strip club, tell 'em bring a ten-pack

Someone tell Luda, tell 'em spin my shit back

I'm out of town, niggas handle shit till I get back

Niggas played you like you pussy and you still ain't spin back

Migo, what it do?

Get some money or die

Growin' up, we stretched a hundred for the week to get buy

First time you say no, niggas wanna ask why

Woke up, said a prayer, then I hopped in the ride

My seat lean back, I got the strap to the side

Hop out, leave it runnin. put it back into drive

OG day comin' up, the nigga still alive

Might drop three racks and put the buffs in his eyes

Migo, I'm still gettin ten every summer

OG pullin' out he big Benz and the Hummers

Cowboy boots they put chrome on the Rovers

Big Louis V trench, they tuck the strap in the holster

I'm a Third Coast nigga, I mix drink in my soda

Throw the money, then I watch the bitch back it up

My homegirl said, "Nigga, don't trick. add it up"

It all comes with the game, plus I been had enough

Rich

Turn my shit back up, fuck it, come on

Yea turn my shit back up nigga

I'm turnin' back up nigga

I don't give a fuck nigga

I'm Migo

Damn

If you ain't know (Damn)

Ayy

I'm back outside with this shit

The Migo

I put my boots on the concrete nigga (Still human)

Uh

Damn

Uh, ayy

Say Migo posted up with kick-doors

And hang on the back block (I did)

I got a crib up in the sky, I treat it like the trap spot (I do)

Say Migo, when them packs stop comin' in

That's when them racks stop (I'm gone)

I'm flexing everything I'm havin', we was once the have-nots

I walked with them holes in my shoes, now I make all my tags pop

It's a Tuesday night at X, we throw pape' in the strip club

All that talkin' bout gettin' money nigga, then put your wrist up

Money talkin', if you got it nigga, then pick my bitch up (Migo)

Take her out and brake her off, she call me when she get done

I come from Texas where that trickin' go against the scriptures

Migo, I'm bouncin' out with treys all in my pictures

Say you ain't never had to walk with shoes that had them holes in 'em

Meet the plug, then pop the trunk and put them 'bows in 'em

Migo roll the window down, let out the smoke, the hoes with 'em

Say you gotta know the plug just to hit the spot and go get 'em

Ayy, back then, I tied my boots up, put some dope up in my denim

Migo say what it do? I don't give a fuck how a nigga feelin'

I just crashed my Escalade, might buy a whip without no ceilings

Hit the store and drape my tee Jones and double G the linens

Say Migo posted up with kick-doors

And hang on the back block (I did)

I got a crib up in the sky, I treat it like the trap spot (I do)

Say Migo, when them packs stop comin' in

That's when them racks stop (I'm gone)

I'm flexing everything I'm havin', we was once the have-nots

I walked with them holes in my shoes, now I make all my tags pop

It's a Tuesday night at X, we throw pape' in the strip club

All that talkin' bout gettin' money nigga, then put your wrist up

Aye, fifty bad bitches and twenty thousand at Booby Trap

The hoes surround my section, I'm throwing money, they asking, "Who is that?"

Migo, those my bitches, and the rest of y'all know what to do with that

Aye, I'm in the strip club talking to the waitress like who I want?

Say, "Fuck it, I want your friend and I want you, so I want both"

Migo, I'm a pour up the drank for all the times that we was broke

Migo might crack a smile, but it was never no time this shit was a joke

Back then, you hit the store and spent the whole day at Ross

When I first started getting some money, I went from Polo to Lacoste

My whole life, all I ever wanted was to be a hustler like my pops

Nigga had to run to the store before I could ever become a boss

Aye, back then, we played Lil Wayne, DJ Screw, and Yung Nation

Migo, I been putting in work, I ain't never needed no validation

Say you talking about some money, then we can have a conversation

Say you talking about some money, then pull a hundred out the vacant

Say when this shit go down, then, migo, who gone take the blame?

They say don't change your life, but who the one got more to gain?

I'm walking out G-Fazos, black tee, my wrist plain

Nigga, spend your whole salary just to up my wrist game

Aye, fifty bad bitches and twenty thousand at Booby Trap

The hoes surround my section, I'm throwing money, they asking, "Who is that?"

Migo, those my bitches, and the rest of y'all know what to do with that

Aye, I'm in the strip club talkin' to the waitress like who I want?

Say, "Fuck it, I want your friend and I want you, so I want both"

Migo, I'm a pour up the drank for all the times that we was broke

Migo might crack a smile, but it was never no time this shit was a joke

Oh you say you

Turning up

I'm turning up too

You in my city when I touch shawty come through

You got drank in yo cup it's in my cup too

The bitch bad and she up I'm tryna fuck too

Bust a left

Hit the curb

Then I parked in the red zone

Ay

I'm pouring drank out the window my head gone

I spin the block a couple times for I get home

I'm gettin money throwing threes what I been on

Ay

Mundo

What it do

You can see what I'm bout

Migo TX

Got my slang from the south

I probably came through

I got some at the house

We ain't talking money

What we talking about

Woke up pulled a S5 out the lot

I ain't tryna be nothing that I'm not

If it make money

Why the fuck would you stop

Ay

You let yo feelings do thinking

And you left with assumptions

Yo wrist talkin

Now that bitch got to bussing

They put it down

I picked it up and got to hustling

How niggas broke

But u don't ever see em rushing

How niggas broke

But you gon always see em fronting

I could fall off for weeks

Cuz I been stacked something

Say you don't eat

If you don't ever say nothing

Ay

Oh you say you

Turning up

I'm turning up too

You in my city when I touch shawty come through

You got drank in yo cup it's in my cup too

The bitch bad and she up I'm tryna fuck too

The bitch bad and she up I'm tryna fuck too

I can tell the bitch hustle by the way she walking

I can tell she getting money by the way she talking

I ain't spending no time told the bitch hop in

If she give me all her time then the bitch locked in

Put yo game on the line let's see who really playa

Woke up grab the Glock then I said a prayer

They tryna see me where I'm at but I'm already there

If it don't make the paper stack I don't really care

Ay

One thing about me say I'm never in a rush

Bounce out the cut had to knock off the rust

What they posted for dinner we just ate for lunch

If the bitch talking right I can take her to brunch

Ay

Said I'm in love wit yo hustle

Turnt up the Migo make it double

They way she threw it back I could tell she was trouble

Oh you say you

Turning up

I'm turning up too

You in my city when I touch shawty come through

You got drank in yo cup it's in my cup too

The bitch bad and she up I'm tryna fuck too

The bitch bad and she up I'm tryna fuck too

Aye, uh

Oh, you say you getting money, turning up now? Aye

They see you pouring all that drank in your cup now

It's all good 'til they wanna see you burnt down

You in a Benz, they wanna see you in a hearse now

I'm turning up, I ain't never getting turnt down, aye

You play with us and you get shot

You see that trap on the corner? Make a pit stop

Spill blood, flood the wrist watch

I'm getting dizzy in the whip, trying to spin blocks

I don't even say nothing, I let my wrist talk

I'm in the club with the drank, let the tris drop

The twenty-fours on the whip, make a bitch stop, uh, aye

Oh, you forgot what niggas like us do with opps?

Oh, you forgot? This ain't a game, it's either do or die

I'd rather tell your ass nothing before I tell a lie

Aye, nah, I ain't the same nigga that I was yesterday

I'm leaning back, blowing smoke out an Escalade

I'm really out the bitch league what I meant to say

Uh, aye, yeah, I want you, but I want you to want me

Is it love or is it 'cause I got it on me?

Is it something that you see that I don't see?

I'm migo, I can't be what I won't be, ayy

Either way, I know the game and how it go, baby

Southside migo, I'm a third coast baby

White t shirt shopping at the store daily

Let me know 'cause I been thinking about you lately, aye

Let me know 'cause I been thinking about you lately, aye

Aye, you don't wanna turn me up shawty

I'm cold hearted ain't got love, for nobody

I need your soul, I got your mind, and your body, aye

Said "Let me know what's on your mind when you think about it"

I know the bitch already mine when I think about it

Niggas really out of line when I think about it

All my bitches really fine when I think about it, aye

I can't give your ass a dime when I think about it

I'm riding round with a 9 when I think about it

Fuck it, turn a nigga to a headstone

I'm watching how these niggas walk, don't wanna step wrong

Said "Why you comin' tryna ask what I been on?"

The way you treat a nigga, bitch you know you dead wrong

You acting like the playa never seen the end zone

You acting like a nigga never brought some bread home

Oh, you say you getting money, turning up now? Aye

They see you pouring all that drank in your cup now

It's all good till they wanna see you burnt down

You in a Benz, they wanna see you in a hearse now

I'm turning up, I ain't never getting turnt down, aye

You play with us and you get shot

You see that trap on the corner? Make a pit stop

Spill blood, flood the wrist watch

Pour some drank

For them times we was broke

Pour some drank

For them times we was broke

Pour some drank for them, ay

Ay, strapped up Migo you want see what I'm on

Dying about this shit whether I'm right or I'm wrong

Third coast

OT

Ride with the glizzy

Take off the plates

Bounce out keep it running

Migo cross the gates with a couple of onions

Rather die if I can't count a hundred

Money talk I can't count it, it's nothing

I'm from round the way leaving with something

Pour some drank for them times we was broke

Six-teen hundred thats just for the coat

Two thousand dollars for lean and the smoke

Throw some racks in the air like a nigga sell dope

Couple Migos round me probably still selling coke

Feeling good took myself out to dinner

Make a toast for them broke and sinners

Light some smoke for the scammers and criminals

I get up we ain't sending subliminals

I'm too turnt up tell me what you want

The way that I'm living can't leave it alone

It's never bout love, either do it or don't

Give me your life, give you Louis Vuitton

You paid the bitch

I got paid from the bitch

Throw three's in the air

Spill drank on the fit

Hit the curb with them twenty fours

Scrape up the rims

Got a drake on the floor

And it's aiming at them

I big boy step I ain't playing with them

Migo down I can't hang with them

You want to talk to me

Like you did something for me

But you ain't walk through rain with him

Everybody keep switching up

I ain't playing no games

Pick a side

And then stay with them

I turn a hoe to a check

You want act like a pimp

Then you can't be ashamed of them

I let a bitch choose up

It ain't nothing to me

Fuck love if it ain't no trust

You let them people get into yo head

And forgot that this shit was bout me before us

I dive in head first Jefe

Came out the mud too fresh, you ain't did it enough

S550 I slide through the city

Say lean back the seat

But I'm still sitting up

I'm outside I got dope boy habits

Rubber-bands split a Ten into Thousands

Sliding through

Chuck a deuce out the housing

Niggas said they up but I doubt it

Hit em up you ain't do nothing bout it

Walking round with a dope boy knot

Migo hustling backwards to show what they got

You want see what I'm on

I'll show you what i'm not

If you knew what it took you would probably a stop

If you seen what I seen you'd have spoke to the cops

Migo down

Say pour up the drop

Put the lean in the air

Just to look at the Wock

Slow it down

Slow it down

You know what I'm saying

We really know what's going on

Ay, strapped up Migo you want see what I'm on

Dying about this shit whether I'm right or I'm wrong

Third coast

OT

Ride with the glizzy

Take off the plates

Bounce out keep it running

Migo cross the gates with a couple of onions

Rather die if I can't count a hundred

Money talk I can't count it, it's nothing

I'm from round the way leaving with something

Pour some drank for them times we was broke

Six-teen hundred thats just for the coat

Two thousand dollars for lean and the smoke

Throw some racks in the air like a nigga sell dope

Couple Migos round me probably still selling coke

Third world paisa

I'm turned up 'cause I'm chosen

I can't die yet

My wrist ain't frozen

I'm Migo down we get high then we focus

I ran it up, put my wrist in the open

You reach for my chain & catch three to your colon

Gangsta

My momma told me fuck the police

Run them racks up till they break off the lease

I can put the packs up in a Chevy caprice

Stuff the cash bust, you then head back to the streets

I got my head

Out the window

Throwing three's up

Then niggas put that pressure on you gone freeze up

Bitch hit a corner too fast, I told her ease up

Ay, damn

You in the club

I'm counting up that's why you don't never see us

Ay, damn

I know a bitch selling coochie tell a nigga get yo cheese up

Ay

Migo get the bread first

It's new problems when you up make you head hurt

How you broke take a trip to make your legs work

If the bitch round me make her legs twerk

Ay, damm

I fill my lungs up with gas & put drank in my juice

My partner got a script

Pay three-hundred for the deuce

It's probably five-fifty if he sold the shit to you

I put the wok in the air just to see what it does

Ay, damm

How you're trying to step to me

Don't, nobody know you

Ay, damm

All white like angel dust

If you ain't trying to die about it, don't bring it up

I make a bitch do the most to say it ain't enough

Young nigga riding round with the stainless tucked

You've been jumped off the porch nigga hang it up

Woke up choking this morning chain tangled up

Say I put all my jewelry on just to go to the store

I ain't even trying to flex, but it's clapped if you don't

Get my shoes from the back, don't play me like I'm broke

Ay, damm

I just ran up a ticket you gatekeeping clothes

Ay, damm

Say Migo, where I'm from, we treat the shoebox like the bank

I put syrup in my soda, changing colors and pour my drank

I been paid my dues and put in work and upped my rank, aye

I'm so Migo down, I don't give a fuck what a nigga think, aye

Migo right in the spot and talk to the plug, then go hit the sink, uh

Third Coast Migo, young thug, Rich Gang, but none of mine ain't never seen Biscayne

Still outside, nigga, doing my thing

Cutting me off and trying to get in my lane

You turned villain, crashed out your lane

We chase money, nigga, don't chase fame

Uh, uh, uh, aye

Migo, I'm popping pills and rubber bands and I pop champagne

You want to see what I'm on, bitch, I'm getting money, is you on the same thing?

I bend the corner and bounce out the truck when I'm pushing up, see my chain swinging

I'm out of town throwing threes in the air at the club like the Migo gang banging

Migo walk in the spot with designer

I been making it count since a minor

I'm turned up if you need a reminder

Bitch want to play, fuck the hoe, give her finer

Leave my bitch with some game, trying to find her

My little mama, turned her to a diamond, aye, uh

So let me know something, shawty, matter fact, what you want?

I'm doing me, shawty, told her choose up or get left alone

Aye, she gone fuck a nigga in the backseat with my jewelry on

Aye, damn

Say Migo, where I'm from, we treat the shoebox like the bank

I put syrup in my soda, changing colors and pour my drank

I been paid my dues and put in work and upped my rank, aye

I'm so Migo down, I don't give a fuck what a nigga think, aye

Migo right in the spot and talk to the plug, then go hit the sink, uh

Third Coast Migo, young thug, Rich Gang, but none of mine ain't never seen Biscayne

I'm still outside, nigga, doing my thing

Cutting me off and tryna get in my lane

You turned villain, crashed out your lane

We chase money, nigga, don't chase fame

I been down so long, it ain't nowhere else to go

I said I'm ten toes down, the only thing a nigga know, aye

Said let me pull you to the side, mama, what's up?

We running out of time, baby, what's love?

I know you think you fine, but it's nothing on

Say you wanna be mine, but I'm calling bluff

I'm fucking bad bitches, put her face on the wall

I made her fall in love and then I blocked all her calls

Only thing a nigga ever really want to do is ball

You ain't never bend the corner, Migo running from the law

I had to bust a left into the alley, park the car

You gotta show me why you feel you deserve it all

If the bitch listening, I'll probably fuck her raw

You been gone for a minute, mama, tell me what's new?

Put you under pressure, make it do what it do

Counting up, been getting to it, ain't nothing new

I been doing my thing, I ain't think about you

Oh, oh, oh

My chain hang and I'm leaning to the side

Tinted all my windows, twenty-twos on the ride

I don't know about them, but I'm dying about mine

Migo hopping out the car throwing threes up

The way them niggas looking when they see me, made them freeze up

All the sudden, everybody wanna be us

I be out of town, niggas never really see us

I been doing my thing, but that ain't nothing new

Said let me know what you want if it ain't nothing new

I been down so long, it ain't nowhere else to go

I said I'm ten toes down, the only thing a nigga know, aye

Said let me pull you to the side, mama, what's up?

We running out of time, baby, what's love?

I know you think you fine, but it's nothing on

Say you want to be mine, but I'm calling bluff

I'm fucking bad bitches, put her face on the wall

I made her fall in love and then I blocked all her calls

Only thing a nigga ever really want to do is ball

You ain't never bend the corner, Migo running from the law

I had to bust a left into the alley, park the car

You gotta show me why you feel you deserve it all

Well go head drank some

Pop it off little baby

And go head shake some

Well do your thing shawty

Go head drank some

So pop it off little baby

And go head shake some

And I can't help it

I just poured some drank

And popped a bottle

So what you drinking

I just sent a text

It's five AM so what you saying

I'm trying to see what it do

I don't do no talking

Don't do no playing

For what its worth

Im so Migo down until I'm six feet in the dirt

I thought we was bothers so don't even trip on who hit it first

I blow a couple of franks up on that bitch

And make her work

I can make her work

I don't even do no talking

I let my jewelry do the flirt

They wanna test my Migo

And judge me on all that shit that hurt

They want to see what I'm on

I been spending my money

And smoking on purp

In other words it's up now

I can close my eyes and when they open

Hoes go up down

You ain't popping no pills or pouring no drink

Then don't even come round

We just got too geeked up

And I ain't going home until it's sun down

Ay

But I'm still getting to it

Migo down I'm geeked up and influenced

They want talk want to see how I do it

I'll be damned if a nigga don't do it

I'm turned up it ain't much I ain't doing

Money talk and I'm speaking fluent

I'm poured up

And I pray I get through it

Ay

Ugh!

But I can't help it

I just poured some drank

And popped a bottle

So what you drinking

I just sent a text

It's five AM so what you saying

I'm trying to see what it do

I don't do no talking

Don't do no playing

For what its worth

Im so Migo down until I'm six feet in the dirt

I thought we was bothers so don't even trip on who hit it first

I blow a couple of franks up on that bitch

And make her work

Aye

Woke up, grabbed the strap, then I slid to the bank

Migo hopping out with a cup full of drank

I been turning up, aye, aye

Woke up, grabbed the strap, then I slid to the bank

Migo hopping out with a cup full of drank

I been turning up, give a fuck what you think, aye

Uh, grew up around dope dealers and the trap stars

Walk down, watch a nigga turn into a track star

First nigga try to play get hit with a AR

Boomed out, throwing money, pouring lean in the section

I rock double C's, not Celine when I'm stepping

I'm outside with a weapon

You ain't never spent 10K just to re-up

Never slide through the hood riding with your seat up

You riding with your bitch, I'm riding with my heater

Feel like niggas on my tail, gotta pick the speed up

In the spot bagging ounces, Doe got his feet up

My windows tinted when I'm driving, you can't even see us

I'm OT around the globe, niggas wanna be us

My section full of dope dealers and scammers

I'm OT riding around with a hammer

Put some money to the side in case you getting jammed up, aye

Say them shots rang off the last time they had ran up

They shot my OG, I made a call, picked my mans up

Pulling off, I'm pulling up, put your hands up

Woke up, grabbed the strap, then I slid to the bank

Migo hopping out with a cup full of drank

I been turning up, give a fuck what you think, aye

Uh, grew up around dope dealers and the trap stars

Walk down, watch a nigga turn into a track star

First nigga try to play get hit with a AR