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Mediterranean

(Ricky Racks)

That's a groupie, bye bitch

Copped the coupe, that's my bitch

We got sticks, we pop shit

Look at these diamonds biting

Freakazoid chain on lightning

Wedding band rings ain't wife shit, uh

Nigga we'll bomb shit, ISIS

47 at the end where the knife is

Brick and a half where the pipe is, uh

Jetway, runway with the big face

SK, gunplay, get a temp fade

Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah the gang way (Offset)

I gotta tell the truth

I was expected to lose

I had to pay my dues, yeah

All of these chains on me

I brought the gang with me

Put on the plain Phillipe, yeah

Pop that seal, hop off on a Lear

How I feel, my mama wrist on trill

Watch your daughter before she disappear

'Cause I'm her father, I take care all my kids

Splurge on 'em, look at them curbs on 'em

Swerve the corners, she callin' it spur of the moment

Packin' the shit, packin' the, packin' the dick in the bitch

Oh, that is your bitch, I do not wanna just hit on her, leave

You niggas be talkin' like bitches, it's pitiful, pitiful, makin' me sick

We pull out these choppers, start poppin', need critical, critter not makin' it's trip

I, wrap up a brick like a gift and I send it delivered

Oh you gotta survive, you lie, you live in the field

No, no nigga alive can scare me, God is my shield

Rode around the Nawfside givin' out hundreds of bills

Some of my soldiers ain't survive, I never thought niggas be killed

Look at my shows, my fans are live, the thrill is givin' me chills

That's a groupie, bye bitch

Copped the coupe, that's my bitch

We got sticks, we pop shit

Look at these diamonds biting

Freakazoid chain on lightning

Wedding band rings ain't wife shit, uh

Nigga we'll bomb shit, ISIS

47 at the end where the knife is

Brick and a half where the pipe is, uh

Jetway, runway with the big face

SK, gunplay, get a temp fade

Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah the gang way

(Yeah)

On the road, chocolate thunder, big rocks, royal rumble

Turned her out to a runner, yeah (alright)

Jumpin' out of the jungle, bring 'em in by the bundles

Goin' in for the summer, hey

Wallet change like the cash

Forty clip make you do the forty yard dash (pew-pew)

Don't you hold nothing back (alright)

Rubberband pop it, make you pop the whole ass, yeah

Make me relocate (straight up)

Told me do not play, I do

Sonic wildin' (yeah), time to dive in (yeah)

Backyard of the woods, gotta drive in

Butterfly the doors and you dive in

That's a groupie, bye bitch

Copped the coupe, that's my bitch

We got sticks, we pop shit

Look at these diamonds biting

Freakazoid chain on lightning

Wedding band rings ain't wife shit, uh

Nigga we'll bomb shit, ISIS

47 at the end where the knife is

Brick and a half where the pipe is, uh

Jetway, runway with the big face

SK, gunplay, get a temp fade

Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah the gang way

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