Migos, 2BROWN - COSA NOSTRA lyrics

Quavo:
Feelin like John ghotti, bricks in da rari
All my niggas killas
Bringing pistols in da party
I'm kickin it with the vato
Trapping and wrapping the kilo
Kickin it with the migo, countin up the pesos
Sippin on lean I'm losing my mind
The Lord is giving me plenty of signs
Since a young nigga I'm watching my brother
I'm walkin around and now I got the nine
I don't love the pussy, you niggas is rookie
I'm smokin on cookie my pockets on snookie
Pull up in jags and rovers it's
Over I'm ballin like Lamar odom takeoff:
Real trap niggas get money
Pick up the phone whenever it's money
Sellin dem bricks they dummy
Wrapping that work like a mummy
The birds, you know that they humming
Them hollow tips bust and u runnin
Sellin that coco nocolo
The plug it b costa Nostra

2'Brown: We the ones dodgin the FBI
We the ones drop in the 4
Mix it with water then heat it up
Whip it around with the fork
Mix it around wit the coke
Meet me up rite at the store
Top of the line, creme of the crop
Hit it and murda she wrote
Got that pistol tucked in my Gucci belt
Work with the water like micheal phelps
Give me the doe need nothing else
Fuck signin deals ill sign myself
I'm real mob tied, real boss hog
Really let u have it, shit ill num your jaw
I got my migos comin cross the border
Grocery bag full of arm
And hammer baking soda
Me n my migos get that work in
Have your whole block sowed for
You count to 10
Wats up quavo wats up takeoff wats up
Offset man dis for the projects
Dis for the gangsta s, dis for the hustlas
The costa Nostra dawg they can't touch us
They can't see me, they can't b me
The Feds watch me dawg like ima tv
Cd stay on repeat, creep through
With that street sweep
Stay round where da gs be kilo go for 33