Migos Streets Need Us Lyrics

[Takeoff:]

They call us young rich niggas, for a reason

They told me leave the bando, it ain’t that easy

Hot boy, but my jewelry out the freezer

They try to take us from the streets, the streets they need us

[Takeoff & Jose Guapo:]

They bust my trap one more time, moving my trap to Geneva

Face card A1 no steak sauce, no passport need no Visa

We fuck up Neiman Marcus then we spend a stack on sneakers

Shoot him in his face, he gonna’ wish that he had Jesus

[Quavo:]

They looking at me cause’ they never seen money

Pull up in a Beamer with a onion

All Benjamins, blue hundreds

Came off the porch, I was wrapping mummies

Al Capone, meet the Tommy

Safe house, cross the country

Bugs Bunny got the bando jumping

Straight out the jungle Giuseppe Jumanji

[Jose Guapo:]

Hop out the water, and dressing in lake

I’m talking in numbers, I ain’t here for conversation

Put some ice on my neck and put some ice on my Bezel

Hop out the whip with the mask like I’m Jason

I walk where I want with the strap on my hip

I got the molly sack I’m in when I dip

I serve you some gas call that a Quick Trip

Hit a bag for a show nigga that’s a quick flip

[Tray1:]

Tray 1 got a bankroll

I’m cooking up crack rock casserole

I got your unc in the finger fold

He went from hustling to smoking blows

Now that shit be a damn shame

I got a hit blame it on Cocaine

Cocaine classes, coming out the rap

I swear to God Tray1 ain’t just rapping

[Migo Domingo:]

Yeah Migo go get him

Fuck the club up, fuck everybody with him

Too many bullets came missin’

I got a extra 30 shots in my Balmain denims

Whole team got racks

We a solid foundation, we just leave you with the sacks

Backwoods ain’t fat

And that’s a cut pint, nigga that’s a motherfucking fact

[Migo Jerz:]

Migo Jerz

And I’m still on the curb

I’m a take his ass if you give me the word

Take poured up so my words real slurred

If you want a.5 then you ain’t getting served

YRN on my neck for life

North side OG been earned my stripes

Fuck with the Migos, you gone’ pay the price

I’m in the trap with a Backwood shooting dice

[Johnny Cinco:]

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Sipping on lean but I’m gripping the Rifa

Young nigga I got more stripes than Adidas

Smile like a cheetah

I’m at the stables she work at the [?]

Running 10k for a Visa

Fuck her I leave her

I’m a rich nigga, I pull up in creature

Young nigga ball like a preacher

[YRN Lingo:]

Young nigga stay with the strap

Fuck up my check, I’m a get it right back

My niggas so crazy and that is a fact

Bitches want to hate me because of the fame

I never would trust them because they the same

Creeping through the night like Bruce Wayne

My money in my pocket gone’ stay the same

[Skippa da Flippa:]

Skippa da Flippa’s the killer

The trap always gone’ need me, I am the best dealer

I drop back a lil’ one, I bet you gone’ feel her

Dab on a nigga, whole nigga in a chinchilla

Old school McGrady, I stay with the Rocket

I got the cannon, make you pop, lock, and drop it

You talk about blue hundreds, that is my topic

You sipping karo need to stop

[Takeoff:]

They call us young rich niggas, for a reason

They told me leave the bando, it ain’t that easy

Hot boy, but my jewelry out the freezer

They try to take us away from the streets, the streets they need us