Songtext zu 'Avalanche' von Migos

Woo

Young niggas smokin' on gas
I'm livin' too fast, my foot on the pedal (whoo)
If I got 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 of 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, walkin' 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
Cover myself, F&N is my shit
I spent a dime, go run you a drill
If you do the time, come home to a mill'
Double my seal, sign another deal
G6 pills, money gimme chills
I make the bitch hit her knees, she kneel
I make the stick hit when I'm in the field
I made your bitch lick it up like: Ew
Spend a hunnid racks on the teeth, not a grill
Lookin' at your diamonds on your neck, ain't real
Nigga, you a bitch, let the Draco kill
Heard what I said
Spinnin' your block every day till you're dead
Live on the edge, codeine my meds
Open your legs, I fuck with my stick in the bed

Bad bitches, they DM, they still in my thread
They ain't never give us our cred'
Patek, rose gold with the face, ruby red
Put a hole in your head, not your legs
Put my hands on her head, she a pet
M-I-G-O, nigga, that's the set
Fuck that P-O, I'ma just pay it
White glass in my Lambo, it look like it's albino
I hit your bitch, she say: Ouch, hit a high note
I'm Richie Rich like Lionel
Count your blessings, don't worry 'bout the rivals
Grandma told me: Go read the Bible
Shoulda listened, still look at the sky, though
Sifter sippin', this not the Moscato
Bitch, I'm gifted, I'm smokin' gelato

We been the niggas that steppin'
We came in the door and they takin' the flow, call it repo'
My dog, he gon' bite, no Chico
Get hit with the Draco and make him with Rico
Ain't shoppin' Rodeo
You wanna see the three Migos, then turn on your Vevo
The Wraith colored mayo
And the cheese like I ate a bag of some Cheetos
They must've forgot we the Migos
Straight from the Nawf, out the bando
I done been quiet for too long
I copped that Cuban, it's two-toned
I heard he trappin', they tappin' the static
Tell that boy go get a new phone
Out in Bel-Air, copped a new home
Avalanche with the blue stone
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 on chill
Fuck all that talk, you ain't been in the field
Open my bank account, it give me chills