Quality Control, Offset, Travis Scott - Mediterranean lyrics

Travis Scott [Jacques Bermon Webster II]

[Quality Control, Offset, Travis Scott - Mediterranean lyrics]

Ricky Racks

That's a groupie, bye, bitch
Copped the coupe, that's my bitch
We got sticks, we pop shit
Look at these diamonds bitin'
Freakazoid chain on lightnin'
Weddin' band rings ain't wife shit, uh
Nigga we'll bomb shit, ISIS
47 at the end, where the knife is
Brick and a half, where the pipe is, uh
Jetway, runway with the big face
SK, gunplay, get a temp' fade
Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah, the gang way
(Offset)

I gotta tell the truth, I was expected to
Lose, I had to pay my dues, yeah
All of these chains on me
I brought the gang with me
Put on the plain Philippe
Yeah, pop that seal, hop off on a Lear
How I feel, my mama wrist on trill
Watch your daughter before she disappear
'Cause I'm her father
I take care all my kids
Splurge on 'em, look at them curbs on 'em
Swerve the corners
She callin' it spur of the moment
Packin' the shit, packin' the
Packin' the dick in the bitch
Oh, that is your bitch, I do
Not wanna just hit on her, leave
You niggas be talkin' like
Bitches, it's pitiful, pitiful
Makin' me sick we pull out these choppers
Start poppin', need critical
Critter not makin' it's trip
I wrap up a brick like a
Gift and I send it delivered
Oh, you gotta survive, you lie
You live in the field
No, no nigga alive can scare me
God is my shield
Rode around the Nawfside givin'
Out hundreds of bills
Some of my soldiers ain't survive
I never thought niggas be killed
Look at my shows, my fans are live
The thrill is givin' me chills

That's a groupie, bye, bitch
Copped the coupe, that's my bitch
We got sticks, we pop shit
Look at these diamonds bitin'
Freakazoid chain on lightnin'
Weddin' band rings ain't wife shit, uh
Nigga we'll bomb shit, ISIS
47 at the end, where the knife is
Brick and a half, where the pipe is, uh
Jetway, runway with the big face
SK, gunplay, get a temp' fade
Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah, the gang way
(yeah)

On the road, chocolate thunder, big rocks
Royal rumble, turned her out to a runner
Yeah (Alright)
Jumpin' out of the jungle, bring 'em in by
The bundles, goin' in for the summer, hey
Wallet change like the cash
40 clip, make you do the forty yard dash
(Pew pew)
Don't you hold nothin' back (Alright)
Rubber band, pop it, make you
Pop the whole ass, yeah
Make me relocate
(Straight up) , told me, "Do not play", I do
Sonic wildin' (yeah) , time to dive in (yeah)
Backyard of the woods, gotta drive in
Butterfly, the doors and you dive in

That's a groupie, bye, bitch
Copped the coupe, that's my bitch
We got sticks, we pop shit
Look at these diamonds bitin'
Freakazoid chain on lightnin'
Weddin' band rings ain't wife shit, uh
Nigga we'll bomb shit, ISIS
47 at the end, where the knife is
Brick and a half, where the pipe is, uh
Jetway, runway with the big face
SK, gunplay, get a temp' fade
Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah, the gang way
(Offset)

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