Lyrics Mediterranean - Quality Control , Travis Scott , Offset
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
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
bundle
Goin'
in
for
the
summer,
hey
Wallet
change
like
the
cash
Forty
clip
make
you
do
the
forty
yard
dash
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',
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
1 The Load
2 Sides
3 Too Hotty
4 My Dawg
5 Violation Freestyle
6 Hook Up
7 Space Cadet
8 Wrist Thunderstorm
9 Movin' Up
10 Holiday
11 Interlude
12 Interview
13 Mediterranean
14 Um Yea
15 Boat Skirrt
16 Pop Sh*t
17 We The Ones
18 On Me
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