Malibu Lyrics – Migos | Polo G
Malibu Lyrics
Buss down y’know what i’m sayin’, Producer tag: poo you a fool for this one, Hey hey hey.
I bought me a drop drop, I’m switchin’ out hoes and thots switch out the thots, I richie’d the watch richie, I made me an m on the spot m on the spot, I took 25 hoes in malibu on my yacht 25 hoes, I got 25 m’s in the bank no cap no lie certified.
Run up an m ain’t tripping run it up, Chrome hearts cross i’m christian chrome hearts, Sippin’ on dirt no whiskey dirt, Bought me a spurt big bentley spurt, I’m from the nawf put a hole in your boss, And then call me a lil’ bitty 50 50 ball, I bought a ‘cat with a wide body back, Take it out to burn out and go fishing skrrt hey.
You did this shit with handouts it wasn’t no help, If you think i’d cross and take my mans out just killed so, In the trenches 40 on my hip i had to fix my belt, Can’t listen to critics ’cause they can’t relate to shit i felt, Chrome hearts fendi prints shopping sprees expensive shit, Hennesy she getting lit hoes in three’s splitting dick, Six deep in suburbans totin’ felonies we with this shit, Catch a op get the stick bodies drop flip the switch, Hit rodeo splurgin’ fuck a price tag we rich as shit, Drip so hard on purpose diamonds no flaws make niggas sick, In that two-door swervin’ screamin’ fuck ’em all ’cause niggas switched, Just better not be lurkin’ cause this 40 glock gon’ give ’em kiss.
Hey , I’m fresh out the kitchen hey, My watch is 350, The glock hold a 50, The mafia sticky let’s get it, The paperwork says that you snitchin’ rat’, I call him like listen an extra 250 bought him, He stankin’ somebody shitted stank, He a demon at heart so he wit’ it demon, He gon’ blank on the percocet kill him blank, Gotta pay me five m that’s the minimum five, Green emerald patek it’s limited patek, My stick is dramatic it’s critical dramatic, I roll up the gary with cereal gary, Big cullinan orange interior cullinan, You know that my gang ain’t goin’ whoo, Fuck cash got rent on my arm ow, Door dash we come out we gone boom, He dead in the street call the coroner dead, Young nigga playin’ for keep keeps, Step on the ops and we rock ’em to sleep step on them, I pop a xan to sleep, I’m really wishing my man could breathe my mans, It’s only the man and me, God forgive me this man deceased god, We’ll cut off your hands come see me hey, We score on the ops by 3.
Wide body spinnin’, Come out of the dealer soo, Look at your boy, Not your average nigga nah, Who on the mound?, It’s quavo the pitcher, I’m pitching out bullets, That chopper don’t miss bow bow bow, I don’t even fuck wit’ ya bitch ass nigga no, Out the basement but the gang ain’t tippin’, Left hand shot from the top like who? who?, Left hand shot from the top like fisher, Hold that chopper on my shoulder like a fendi belt yeah, Two point five all this jewelry, Stand to close you’ll freeze to death freeze, This lil’ bitch vision blurry, So she can’t even see herself nah, Suckin’ dick and flying spirit, Baby you need to free yourself free, It’s a phone number, What you seeing in that digi scale yes, Take the shake that’s the bait, Finesse em’ then we outta there yeah, State to state we created all kind of clientele yeah, You know we great can’t debate the generation we all created.
I got 25 plus in the bank no goddamn lie m&m’s, Don’t talk about the stash but you know, I brag a nigga end up he gon’ die bow, Hit in the eye brrr brrr hit with the fire, In the kitchen while counting my chicken, I put my wrist in and i’m breaking the pot, Movin’ the dope can’t break in the spot move, I hit the lot and i leave with a lot, Stop by the block and i sold me a block serve, I poured a drop i was sitting in a drop drink, Back in the day blew the bag on a thot, Now we investing watches and stock hot, How the fuck that shit cost a ticket, I don’t see ice in that watch? where?, I done been rich like.
Roddy all of my niggas will send you the box where?, I got the stick ops, I told you that we gon’ make it like the lox i told you, I can’t kick it with the ops no, We never went missing we just were chilling watching niggas, All from the top look at em’, I know that i’m great so give me my props.
Malibu Song Info:
| Song: | Malibu |