Migos – Cross The Country Lyrics

Migos – Cross The Country Lyrics
Cross The Country
Migos
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    "Cross The Country." - Migos

    Album: Rich Nigga Timeline
    Track No: 01
    Young rich **** riding 'round the city with the MAC
    Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin' (Ba-bow)
    Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it
    **** they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget (Nah, for real)
    What the fuck a **** really wanna talk about? (Shit)
    You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about
    Shaking like a stripper, put that MAC chicken up in his mouth
    Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down
    Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve
    Tray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved
    I'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low (Hot)
    Quavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo
    You **** are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet (Vet)
    'Set told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet
    No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet
    Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check (Do it)
    I'm a young **** with the rich **** ambitions
    At the Migo show, a **** autographing titties
    There's levels to this shit like Meek said
    And you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it
    After my show, the gangster-ist ****, he looking suspicious
    Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my ****
    And all he wanted was a picture
    I used to smoke Swishers like a regular ****
    Now I'm a Backwoods type of ****
    A ****, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him
    White people, they still treat me like I'm a victim
    Now people they screaming out "Free Actavis"
    They talking 'bout that Actavis be discontinued
    Check my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic
    Catch me riding with packs in my rental
    Trap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue
    Cooking a brick and remix it with the dog food
    Diamond brick come with a note on it, **** you Blues Clues
    24 karat my chain, Mr. T, pity the fool
    Master P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee
    Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny
    Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got Playboy bunnies
    Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me till a **** be cumming
    Cross the country, cross the country
    You may never been there, catch me cross the country
    Cross the country, cross the country
    Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country
    Cross the country, cross the country
    She don't understand English but she want me
    Cross the country, cross the country
    I had to get a Visa 'cause I'm in and out the country (In and out)
    When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name
    I stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain
    Police had a ****, 'cause they know I'm in a gang
    Taking pictures of a **** like a groupie, like a fan
    On my first lick, only got a little bit of change
    Thinking like Obama, something gotta change
    Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains
    When I got outta jail, did the same thing
    I spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang
    Cocaine in her nose like a septum ring
    My **** be trapping the gas, propane
    Hit the **** with a chopper, **** bang bang
    I was getting money, way before the rap game
    As a young ****, used to wear the fake chain
    They say that I'm ignorant, $50,000 on a chain
    You know it ain't come from Johnny Dang
    Fake watch busta can't bust me, no lie
    Won't catch me with the fake jewelry, I got too much pride
    They killed my **** Pistol P for a three-five
    I pay the ticket, when are you gon' die
    When I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies
    I got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes
    The streets is the jungle, my ****, you better survive
    Getting married to the money ****, that my bride
    My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye
    You selling by the ounce, my ****, you just getting by
    Put the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly
    Glah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy
    **** talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly
    Talking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire
    Got that chopper, flip a **** like a domino
    Young rich ****, never made the honor roll
    Hit his ass with the .44, make him fold
    Chattahoochee River where that **** body float
    On the nation, my **** we throwing up the forks
    She on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho
    Big bank take little bank
    Yellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake
    Two Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider
    Arnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator
    Cross the country, cross the country
    You may never been there, catch me cross the country
    Cross the country, cross the country
    Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country
    Cross the country, cross the country
    She don't understand English but she want me
    Cross the country, cross the country
    I had to get a Visa 'cause I'm in and out the country
    Cross the country, my plug he in Wyoming
    And the only time I pull up on you, if a **** owe me
    And the whole word know that a young **** rap
    But a pussy **** better not provoke me
    Came in the game with the formula, sold it
    Now I gotta switch it up on you phonies
    Pocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you
    All you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's
    Rich **** Timeline: that's my motherfucking testimony
    Out in the desert, got bricks in the donkey
    Rich **** with a pot of gold like a leprechaun
    And I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon
    My **** collecting extortion funds
    We built an empire like Megatron
    QC the label, Migo the gang
    Already told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame
    No shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine
    Like Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing
    Walking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain
    Get juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit
    Oh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him
    I paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him
    If I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him
    Caught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita
    He had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him
    Took the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment
    They say he got work, now I own it
    Now the squad, they going up, no Makonnen
    In the players pad at the Caesar's Palace
    Out in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman
    All types of Euros and Yen
    I got money in Berlin
    I told the Lord forgive me for my sins
    'Cause I don't wanna do it again
    Cross the country, cross the country
    You may never been there, catch me cross the country
    Cross the country, cross the country
    Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country
    Cross the country, cross the country
    She don't understand English but she want me
    Cross the country, cross the country
    I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country (In and out)

    Writer(s): Quavious Marshall, Kirshnick Ball & Kiari Cephus.

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