Migos - Sway In The Morning Freestyle (1/25/17) lyrics

Yeah, huh, huh
Drinking on fours, huh, fuckin' on hoes
(smash) diamonds and golds huh huh (woo)
Trap out the Rolls huh huh (woo woo)
Only lord knows huh huh (ahh)
How well I'm doin' it (how well I'm doin')
Came from the Nawf (Nawf, Came from the Nawf)
Young nigga, I been pursuin' it
(I been pursuin' it)
This is the wave, huh huh (wave)
Yeah we the wave, huh (wave)
Yeah, dat way, huh
Pick up the phone and call Kanye, huh
(brrrt brrrt)
I used to trap out the MJ's (ooh)
I used to shoot out the runway, huh (ooh)
I used to mmm with the auntie, huh (ooh)
Now I'm takin' bitches off the runway, huh
(ooh) shoot a young nigga at the free throw
(brrrt brrrt) huh, been hit a kick door, huh
(brrrt brrrt, kick door, kick door)
Shoot with the elbow, huh (elbow)
The Rock, huh, People's Elbow, huh huh
(elbow) the way that I ball (ball)
You can call me scholarly (woo, woo)
You can call me Spalding
Flipping like a spatula, nigga I'm awesome
(you awesome) uh yeah, you know we the
Uh, uh, you know we the culture, culture
(yeah, yeah)
We watching, now everybody biting the swag
We know you some vultures (vultures)
Yeah, I tell the truth when I'm gon' speak
Uh, yeah, i do three shows and then I
Come home with quarter million week
(yeah, a quarter M)
A quarter million in a week? (yeah)
Huh huh, diamonds bitin', diamonds bitin'
They on fleek (they on fleek)
Ooh ooh ooh ooh, look at my pink
(Thots every week)
Look at my (thots every week)
Pass by the Lambo, bitch can't breathe, ooh
Ooh please, diamonds sick, I sneeze (achoo)
Shoot a nigga in the head
(brrrt) nigga I don't give a fuck, he bleed
Ooh ooh ooh
(roll up my sleeve) what do you need?
I roll up my sleeve, I'm havin' P's (P's)
I'm havin' P's, I pulled bitch from overseas
Patek Phillipe, it cost a hundred
Patek Phillipe and it cost me a hundred
(yeah yeah)
Bitch wanna fuck, we are going- running
I just made a hundred thou cross the country
(I did) yeah, I did
Then I woke up and I bought
My mama a new Benz (mama, mama)
Yeah, then I woke up and I bought
Me the Benz for my siblings (skrt skrt)
Yeah, put me in the game
I'ma get it, I'ma ball, i'ma dribble it
(I'ma dribble)
Keep a bitch move, I'ma move, I'ma move
I don't pivot it (I don't pivot it)


2K17, I had a dream (dream)
Hook shot like Kareem
(woo) , ball with the team (ball)
Look at my ring, look at them diamond bling
(bling, bling, bling, bling, bling, bling)
Neck shine
(shine) , bitch don't waste my time (no)
Money on my mind, Busta Rhymes (uh)
Shot out Busta, yeah yes my diamonds custard
(custard)
I'm from the Nawf, not enough, sauce 'em
Line up 'em up, we gon' take 'em all there
(line 'em up)
Three Migos go against the world
You know what's happening (what's happening)
Yeah, jump in the Wraith
Ooh yeah we got stars in the ceiling
(stars, stars, stars)
Come in this club then I'ma buy this building
Buy out a thotty i'm 'bout to make a million
Yeah, I love the feeling
YeahSippin' on Actavis, love the feeling
Yeah, you get the women taking a seal in

Fucking on thotty no bitches
I pull up, I pull up, I pull
Up, I cook up, I cook up, i cook up
(cookin') i pull up, I pull up, I pull up
I pull out the chopper this nigga be shook up
Yeah, nigga read me, look it up
(read me, huh) i don't give a fuck
Chopper hit this nigga in the nuts


This a lil' different
Yeah we 'bout to get in it
This a lil' different, this a lil' different
We 'bout to go in it, ungh
This a lil' different
(different) , we 'bout to go in it (in it)
Hold on bring it back
Stacks on stacks bring it back
Naw mane, you ain't gotta touch the track
Touchdown nigga, I'm just speaking facts
Real rap, been in the trap
Strap on my lap, huh don't get capped (brrt)
Yeah, ice on my neck yeah
Been 'bout that check yeah
(been 'bout that check)
Your hoe got that neck
(your hoe got that neck)
Yeah, been a real player (been a real player)
From the Himalaya (from the Himalaya)
Your hoe, I slay her (hoe I slay her)
Yeah, wrist on water (mayor)
I bought a message and I got
So many acres on acres
Got haters on haters, got flavor on flavor
Your bitch wanna top me cause I'm a player
I give a flavor like now and later (yeah)
Slap a nigga like we Flair (yeah, woo)
I'm a player (player)
Look at my shirt and my hair
Stack it up, stack it up
Make the money come and rotate around
Young rich nigga I came from
Trapping off a pound
Chop me a brick, throw me the brick