Album Name

Culture III

Artist

Migos

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2021.06.11

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

Woo Papa was a rollin' stone
but now I got rollin' stones
in the bezel Ice
Mama at home all alone hustlin'
tryna keep this
shit together Mama
Young niggas smokin' on gas
I'm livin' too fast
my foot on the pedal Woo
If I go back to the past
my niggas ain't know
we'd be rockin'
Coachella Hey
If a nigga ever try me or play me
I buy him an iced out shovel Ice
Dig ya own grave nigga
you played yourself
I put some cash on your schedule
You played yourself
If a bitch ever try to
filet me huh Yeah
I just sit back and let her She got it
Think she come up off the 'Cho
it's whatever
My pockets came
with extra cheddar Go
I can see through the fuck shit
Fuck shit
I think that my skills
gettin' better Gettin' better
With a stick come in peace
Mandela Mandela
I'm willin' to feed whoever Who
How can I help you How
Nobody judge you but God God
You can watch us
beat the odds Beat it
This is no cap no facade
Young rich and black
and we gon'
beat the charge We gon'
I'm spendin' cash no card
I'm likin' her natural ass
no fraud Yeah
If she got a fake ass of course
Girl ain't nothin'
wrong with enhancin'
it's yours She bad
From the back from the back
we enjoy it Soo
Hunnid rack
I'ma attack with my boy Attack
Got the clip pokin' out
we be showin' Showin'
Anybody check clout
we be knowin' Clout
In and out in and out
we be goin' Go
On a 757 Boeing Jet
And my AP same size
as The Forum That's big
Better get you some bread
where you from Yeah
I spend my mills
on the crib Mansion
Cover myself F&N is my shit Cover
I spent a dime
go run you a drill Dime
If you do the time
come home to a mill' Time
Double my seal Double
sign another deal Sign
G6 pills G
money gimme chills Chills
I make the bitch hit her knees
she kneel Bitch
I make the stick hit
when I'm in the field Stick
I made your bitch
lick it up like Ew Uhh
Spend a hunnid racks on the teeth
not a grill Racks
Lookin' at your diamonds
on your neck
ain't real Who
Nigga you a bitch
let the Draco kill Bitch
Heard what I said Heard
Spinnin' your block every day
'til you're dead Spin spin
Live on the edge
codeine my meds Codeine
Open your legs Legs
I fuck with my stick
in the bed Rraow
We shootin'
not fightin' like Craig Bow
Bad bitches they DM
they still in my thread D DM
They ain't never
give us our cred' Cred'
Patek rose gold with the face
ruby red Ruby
Put a hole in your head
not your legs Hey
Put my hands on her head
she a pet Ah
M I G O nigga that's the set Migo
Fuck that P O I'ma just pay it Who
White glass in my Lambo'
it look like it's albino
I hit your bitch she say Ouch
hit a high note Ouch
I'm Richie Rich like Lionel Richie Rich
Count your blessings
don't worry 'bout the rivals Hey
Grandma told me
Go read the Bible Grandma
Shoulda listened
still look at the sky though Sky
Sifter sippin'
this not the Moscato Sifter sippin'
Bitch I'm gifted
I'm smokin' gelato Bitch I'm gifted
We been the niggas that steppin'
We came in the door
and they takin' the flow
call it repo' Bite
My dog he gon' bite
no Chico Arr
Get hit with the Draco
and make him with Rico Brrt
Ain't shoppin' Rodeo
You wanna see the three Migos
then turn on your Vevo Vevo
The Wraith colored mayo White
Countin' up cheese like
I ate a bag of some Cheetos Cheese
They must've forgot
we the Migos Forgot
Straight from the Nawf
out the bando Bando
I done been quiet for too long Too long
I copped that Cuban
it's two toned Two toned
I heard he trappin'
they tappin' the static
Tell that boy go get a new phone Brrt
Out in Bel Air
copped a new home New home
Avalanche with the blue stone Ice
I am the shit can't find a fit
my neck is a fridge
The rings and wrists
I retro the kicks
Ain't givin' no kiss
I'm givin' her dick
You starin' too long
like you seen a ghost
So whip out your camera
take you a pic'
So when you get home
get back on your phone
Zoom in on the flick
and look at the drip
She ask me to pay
for the ass to get lifted
I told her
I'm better off gettin' you a Lyft
Think I'ma put all my trust
in a ho with no benefits
Tell her go jump off a cliff
I go two thirty
a cup of that purple
Put ice in my drink
just to keep it on chill Lean
Fuck all that talk
you ain't been in the field Nah
Open my bank account
it give me chills Chills Takeoff