Migos - Jealousy lyrics

[Migos - Jealousy lyrics]

Yo, Migo qC

So niggas wanna hate on me
So niggas wanna plot on me
They're jealous, and they envy me (why?)
Cause I'm really, who they wanna be
I ain't never did a sneak diss
Call my hitman quick to put
You on the hit list
I guess they mad cause we young and rich
I guess they mad cause we fucked their bitch

First off BIG may you rest in peace
Killed my nigga Pac and Biggie over jealousy
Vegetarian shooter
He gon' kill ‘bout that celery
Hollow tip that sang it for you, here
Feel the melody niggas plottin' while I’m on
Vacation in Beverly
Offset told me press the button
Like the game of Jeopardy i’m pressing it
Niggas wanna hit me for my necklaces
Diamonds VVS
But that juug was never sent for
You either respect or like Nike
We checkin' you
You fuck nigga try me, my niggas go reckless
Never will you catch me
Naked, young Mel Gibson, kill lethal weapons
Stomping a fuck nigga out
With thousand dollar Giuseppe's
Boss shit, only boss niggas, in my section

So niggas wanna hate on me
So niggas wanna plot on me
They're jealous, and they envy me (why?)
Cause I'm really, who they wanna be
I ain't never did a sneak diss
Call my hitman quick to put
You on the hit list
I guess they mad cause we young and rich
I guess they mad cause we fucked their bitch

Hey hold on, hold on, where Takeoff at?
My brother, Takeoff he in trouble
I’m heating these niggas in 'sace jacket
That’s a $1800 sweater
I’m getting to that cheddar
My life is so better
Fuck nigga mad, ‘cause I’m a trendsetter
Chain got rocks so
I’m looking at your pebbles
I’m rocking the stage and I keep heavy metal
I got the ether like Nas
I’m strapped up with ammo and bombs
I’m telling my nigga go get
You because of the money
It itching they palms
"Prrrm doom doom" that’s a hundred round drum
On Sunday in church with my moms
I'm Asking the lord for
Forgiveness because he
Know the dirt that I've done

So niggas wanna hate on me
So niggas wanna plot on me
They're jealous, and they envy me (why?)
Cause I'm really, who they wanna be
I ain't never did a sneak diss
Call my hitman quick to put
You on the hit list
I guess they mad cause we young and rich
I guess they mad cause we fucked their bitch

Fuck nigga you saying we dissing?
Mistletoe chopper, them bullets, come kissing
Don’t enter Atlanta without no permission
Leave ‘em stanking like chitlins
Got niggas that come threw your chimney
Like the Grinch that stole Christmas
Did a 8 month sentence, I did it
Came home to the riches
You niggas ain’t relevant
Pussy they pecking that melony
Offset the veteran
Putting the pack on the measurement
You niggas got so much jealousy
I keep the pistol with felonies
Young nigga I'mma have to teach you a lesson
"Glaw! Glaw!" Hit his ass with
A Smith and Wesson
Can't go back to jail cause
This shit is depressing

So niggas wanna hate on me
So niggas wanna plot on me
They're jealous, and they envy me (why?)
Cause I'm really, who they wanna be
I ain't never did a sneak diss
Call my hitman quick to put
You on the hit list
I guess they mad cause we young and rich
I guess they mad cause we fucked their bitch

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