Mango Foo, Migos - YRN Freestyle lyrics
[Mango Foo, Migos - YRN Freestyle lyrics]
Mango! Bitch
They say they wanna live life
Like some young rich niggas
Let's show these niggas what
The fuck goin' on
Say you wanna live like a young rich nigga
Like a young rich nigga (What you wanna do?)
Say you wanna live like a young rich nigga
Like a young rich nigga
(What you say you wanna be?)
Say you wanna roll a 3 5 in the backwood
Or a swisher (Gas)
Say you wanna have a shooter
With you when you broke
You ain’t even got a bitch
Say you wanna, boy I know you wanna
Nigga you a bitch like Juwana
Busting in the pussy like a condom
Bullets coming fast like a Zonda
Bullets coming hotter than a sauna
We stay with the toy like Tonka
Different color diamonds, Willy Wonka
Never talk to your honor
I plead the fifth, I make sack for the summer
Ran up my sack, I’m addicted to commas
Only can sleep on the lean and the coma
Walk in the store and go talk to the owner
Trap on the block, the bando on the corner
Having artillery like I’m Osama
OG good gas, you can smell the aroma
President tint like I’m riding with Obama
President tint like I’m riding with Obama
Where is Michelle?
Take over in your city like I’m the mayor
Beat the bricks in the V12
On the block serving the bales
Ducking and dodging, I’m running from 12
Takeoff ain’t taking no L
Cause I keep the steel
Nigga tryna bite me, Holyfield
Hundred round drum, overkill
Think I’m in the Navy the
Way I be poppin’ seals what you wanna do?
What you wanna be when you grow up?
Fifty migos when I pull up
Hundred hoes on my tour bus
Damn, who the hell is he?
Extendos and choppers whenever we pull up
Gold on my like Slick the Ruler
Shout out to my jeweler
Iced out my Frank Mueller
Iced out my Frank Mueller
My neck is a cooler my diamonds albino, I’m
Counting these riches, no Lionel
I’m smoking a pound of that OG
I’m reading the bible
I’m playing with the rifle
I think I’m a sniper
Two twin choppers like the towers
For these stuffed crusts you gon’
Need ‘bout three lighters
Pocket full of Jackson, where is Michael?
When you walk in my bando, see dirty diapers
All I ever wanted was a sack
Every migo in my hood kept a strap
Fuck up a check, I’ma get it right back
Once I kick me a door or
Get it back in the trap
I remember niggas sending shots subliminal
Tweeting on Twitter so it got political
If I ever see you it’s gon’ get physical
Texas, lone ranger, danger, no Mystikal
Christian my Louboutin’s, Giuseppe steppers
I might just go Maison Margiela’s
Like I’m Rockefeller, fly like a propeller
My diamonds they can shine in any weather
Boxing rings on my knuckles, Mayweather
Yes this is real fox fur, fuck nigga
Cover my mink chinchilla
What to do you want be when you grow up?
What did you want to do when you got up?
I hit the lot, copped an Audi
Went to the kitchen, grabbed the spatula
The stick is magical
Beating babies with the pots and pans
Shit is tragical i’m the ambassador
Pull up in a Lamborghini, it’s an Aventador
Independent nigga riding with a hundred mil
I can get a life sentence block hot
12 on a nigga cause they heard
I jugged about a hundred pigeons
Red on the bottom my Louboutin
At the court it’s silent
Like I’m Jack Nicholson
Still got the pocket rocket
Never catch me slipping
Master P, I’m ‘bout it
Quavo!
Talking to my Migo plug about the zone
My ho is so nasty
She wanna drink a nigga’s chromosome
She got the ass shots like Cortisone
Head shot nigga, Houdini dome
Fifty M’s nigga
Having a house like the SIMS nigga
My nigga boot up like the timb’s nigga
Baow, kraow, go kill nigga
Gold bars they in the mansion
Work the bitch, they dirty dancing
Yeen never seen this much
White since Marilyn Manson
Old money, nigga Jurassic
Two hundred fifty in the cabinet
You’re the type of guy hanging
With them fuck niggas
Flexin’ like they havin’ it
I swear, I swear, I swear (swear nigga)
It’s Migo Gang year
All my niggas here (right here nigga)
Choppers making you stare be aware
You better take look in the mirror
Cause all of my niggas they wild
They stand on the chairs cheers, beers
My diamonds lookin’ like ‘em
Two bitches, bet I dyke ‘em
They riding on my rifle
No kick it like Beckham
(can’t kick it with me)
The fuck nigga lookin’ wrong
So I’m gonna check him
He don’t think that I’m gonna shoot him
I’m gonna bet him
Kung pow, choppin’ bricks like wow
Magic now (abracadabra) , magic now
No Chris Angel diamonds shine, gold bangers
Pull up to the club lookin’
Like a fucking stranger
The bigger the risk, the bigger the reward
Fifty chickens on the highway
It’s gonna bring a hundred more
I can touch down on the plug, I just scored
Hundred round on the chopper, oh lord
Connected to the streets without a cord
A hundred bricks up on the boat, all aboard
I call it Givenchy, Balenciaga
Coming through your window, call me Roger
It ain’t ‘bout a dollar, then why bother
The gold on your neck look like copper
You snitchin’, you must be a crime stopper
I’m selling that white girl
Call it Mary Poppins
I’m pitching the work like
A quarterback option
Double cup filled to the top, pure toxins
I am a leader, niggas follow suit
When I got to the church, diamonds on me
No suit this is a family, not just a group
My niggas stick together, we win or we lose
Beating the pot and I gave it a bruise
These bitches they ain’t shit
They fuck you and your crew
Stomp on you niggas like I am a cube
OG gas bag is smelling like pubes
The devil fucking with me then he get rebuked
Fifty floors up, nigga what a great view
I just beat the cause my lawyer a jew
I’m sipping on Actavis, good on the brew
What a miracle, I’m living superior
Niggas can’t fuck with us period
Niggas be hating, say that we not lyrical
Stand on the stove and
I’m whipping up chemicals
Finessing the plug and I’m acting delirous
Jumped off the porch ‘cause
A nigga was curious
You live and you learn off experience
Better do better, nigga get some Benjamin’s
Open your ears and my niggas just listen
Me and the pot got a very good chemistry
Used to fail chemistry
Now I pull up in the Bentley
Now these niggas they gon’ envy me
YRN the Label this shit a lifestyle
It gotta be in ya not on ya
Haha
They say they wanna live life
Like some young rich niggas
Let's show these niggas what
The fuck goin' on
Say you wanna live like a young rich nigga
Like a young rich nigga (What you wanna do?)
Say you wanna live like a young rich nigga
Like a young rich nigga
(What you say you wanna be?)
Say you wanna roll a 3 5 in the backwood
Or a swisher (Gas)
Say you wanna have a shooter
With you when you broke
You ain’t even got a bitch
Say you wanna, boy I know you wanna
Nigga you a bitch like Juwana
Busting in the pussy like a condom
Bullets coming fast like a Zonda
Bullets coming hotter than a sauna
We stay with the toy like Tonka
Different color diamonds, Willy Wonka
Never talk to your honor
I plead the fifth, I make sack for the summer
Ran up my sack, I’m addicted to commas
Only can sleep on the lean and the coma
Walk in the store and go talk to the owner
Trap on the block, the bando on the corner
Having artillery like I’m Osama
OG good gas, you can smell the aroma
President tint like I’m riding with Obama
President tint like I’m riding with Obama
Where is Michelle?
Take over in your city like I’m the mayor
Beat the bricks in the V12
On the block serving the bales
Ducking and dodging, I’m running from 12
Takeoff ain’t taking no L
Cause I keep the steel
Nigga tryna bite me, Holyfield
Hundred round drum, overkill
Think I’m in the Navy the
Way I be poppin’ seals what you wanna do?
What you wanna be when you grow up?
Fifty migos when I pull up
Hundred hoes on my tour bus
Damn, who the hell is he?
Extendos and choppers whenever we pull up
Gold on my like Slick the Ruler
Shout out to my jeweler
Iced out my Frank Mueller
Iced out my Frank Mueller
My neck is a cooler my diamonds albino, I’m
Counting these riches, no Lionel
I’m smoking a pound of that OG
I’m reading the bible
I’m playing with the rifle
I think I’m a sniper
Two twin choppers like the towers
For these stuffed crusts you gon’
Need ‘bout three lighters
Pocket full of Jackson, where is Michael?
When you walk in my bando, see dirty diapers
All I ever wanted was a sack
Every migo in my hood kept a strap
Fuck up a check, I’ma get it right back
Once I kick me a door or
Get it back in the trap
I remember niggas sending shots subliminal
Tweeting on Twitter so it got political
If I ever see you it’s gon’ get physical
Texas, lone ranger, danger, no Mystikal
Christian my Louboutin’s, Giuseppe steppers
I might just go Maison Margiela’s
Like I’m Rockefeller, fly like a propeller
My diamonds they can shine in any weather
Boxing rings on my knuckles, Mayweather
Yes this is real fox fur, fuck nigga
Cover my mink chinchilla
What to do you want be when you grow up?
What did you want to do when you got up?
I hit the lot, copped an Audi
Went to the kitchen, grabbed the spatula
The stick is magical
Beating babies with the pots and pans
Shit is tragical i’m the ambassador
Pull up in a Lamborghini, it’s an Aventador
Independent nigga riding with a hundred mil
I can get a life sentence block hot
12 on a nigga cause they heard
I jugged about a hundred pigeons
Red on the bottom my Louboutin
At the court it’s silent
Like I’m Jack Nicholson
Still got the pocket rocket
Never catch me slipping
Master P, I’m ‘bout it
Quavo!
Talking to my Migo plug about the zone
My ho is so nasty
She wanna drink a nigga’s chromosome
She got the ass shots like Cortisone
Head shot nigga, Houdini dome
Fifty M’s nigga
Having a house like the SIMS nigga
My nigga boot up like the timb’s nigga
Baow, kraow, go kill nigga
Gold bars they in the mansion
Work the bitch, they dirty dancing
Yeen never seen this much
White since Marilyn Manson
Old money, nigga Jurassic
Two hundred fifty in the cabinet
You’re the type of guy hanging
With them fuck niggas
Flexin’ like they havin’ it
I swear, I swear, I swear (swear nigga)
It’s Migo Gang year
All my niggas here (right here nigga)
Choppers making you stare be aware
You better take look in the mirror
Cause all of my niggas they wild
They stand on the chairs cheers, beers
My diamonds lookin’ like ‘em
Two bitches, bet I dyke ‘em
They riding on my rifle
No kick it like Beckham
(can’t kick it with me)
The fuck nigga lookin’ wrong
So I’m gonna check him
He don’t think that I’m gonna shoot him
I’m gonna bet him
Kung pow, choppin’ bricks like wow
Magic now (abracadabra) , magic now
No Chris Angel diamonds shine, gold bangers
Pull up to the club lookin’
Like a fucking stranger
The bigger the risk, the bigger the reward
Fifty chickens on the highway
It’s gonna bring a hundred more
I can touch down on the plug, I just scored
Hundred round on the chopper, oh lord
Connected to the streets without a cord
A hundred bricks up on the boat, all aboard
I call it Givenchy, Balenciaga
Coming through your window, call me Roger
It ain’t ‘bout a dollar, then why bother
The gold on your neck look like copper
You snitchin’, you must be a crime stopper
I’m selling that white girl
Call it Mary Poppins
I’m pitching the work like
A quarterback option
Double cup filled to the top, pure toxins
I am a leader, niggas follow suit
When I got to the church, diamonds on me
No suit this is a family, not just a group
My niggas stick together, we win or we lose
Beating the pot and I gave it a bruise
These bitches they ain’t shit
They fuck you and your crew
Stomp on you niggas like I am a cube
OG gas bag is smelling like pubes
The devil fucking with me then he get rebuked
Fifty floors up, nigga what a great view
I just beat the cause my lawyer a jew
I’m sipping on Actavis, good on the brew
What a miracle, I’m living superior
Niggas can’t fuck with us period
Niggas be hating, say that we not lyrical
Stand on the stove and
I’m whipping up chemicals
Finessing the plug and I’m acting delirous
Jumped off the porch ‘cause
A nigga was curious
You live and you learn off experience
Better do better, nigga get some Benjamin’s
Open your ears and my niggas just listen
Me and the pot got a very good chemistry
Used to fail chemistry
Now I pull up in the Bentley
Now these niggas they gon’ envy me
YRN the Label this shit a lifestyle
It gotta be in ya not on ya
Haha