Текст песни Migo2 / 40 - Nolanberollin , Boofboiicy

Got no time for a broke ho (Vroom)
Servin' dummy bird, it's a dodo (Huh)
What's in my cup? Hot cocoa (Woah)
She's not my type, no pro though
Tryna find me in a Uber pool, ha, Marco Polo (Hey, bro)
Posted with a sack in the back of Sunoco
Playin' with them bands like a hobo (What?)
Only instrument 'cause I'm solo
Pull up in a semi, that's a four-door (Woah)
Niggas be simpin' karo
Five below, so no one bein', no more though (Ayy, woah)
If you make music, why you worried 'bout a photo?
Niggas still swipe, but get my logo
You can come shop, I'ma call the block SoHo (Woah, woah, ayy, woah)
More Percs than a drum kit (Ayy)
Had to bring the work out 'cause I'm unfit (Uh)
Put the Glock to my head 'cause I'm homesick (Uh)
Fuck a thermometer, don't tempt me (Woah)
Don't know my name, but she miss me (Why?)
That don't make sense like 50 (50)
My transmission six-speed (Vroom)
I keep my dick in Dickies (Ayy)
Might just hit a lick on a kidney
Dick in her ass, need lube, no Jiffy
Two dollar bills, no hundred, no fifty (Ayy)
Water in the gym, I'ma call her Missy-y-y

Yeah, we pop pills just like Addies
Me and gang came through, slime, now I'm clappin'
No, you don't want no static
I know y'all ain't really ain't 'bout this action
Tote four-five and automatic, ooh
Spot him, then I'm gon' whack him
Ain't no runnin', yeah, the gun got attachments
Yeah, I'ma slide

G-Son, what you doin'? (Ayy)
That's for chasin' new friends (Woah)
Pull up, sippin' fluid (Fluid)
They like, "Oh, don't do it" (Sip it)
Glock on me, I'm human (No)
Niggas wanna talk (Don't)
Everybody stop (Don't)
I can't really walk (Don't fuckin' do it)
Glock up in my Vons (Frrt)
I'm a failure (Doot-doot)
I ship packs like Sailor (Woah)
My bitch calls me mayor (Hey, bro)
Shoot me, it's a favor (Woah)
My noodles, no flavor (Depressed)
Depressed
Hey

Yeah, we pop pills just like Addies
Me and gang came through, slime, now I'm clappin'
No, you don't want no static
I know y'all ain't really ain't 'bout this action
Tote four-five and automatic, ooh
Spot him, then I'm gon' whack him
Ain't no runnin', yeah, the gun got attachments
Yeah, I'ma slide

Rrrah, rrrah