SRGYRN - Migos, Johnny Cinco

I know they after me, can’t let 'em capture me

Lower my faculties, lie like an athlete

I know she after me, can’t let her capture me

She want to dress elite, call me your majesty

Sorry to inform you that I get it in

SakReligious nigga, Y-R-N

Get to the money, don’t care how it’s spent

Trust in myself, ain’t no one to depend

Everywhere I go they welcome us in

These bitches drop to their knees and begin

John Popi goin', in him we depend

Pray the good Lord forgive all of my sins

All of my sins, free all of my sins

Free all of my kin, they won’t let them out

Led her straight in cause they know what we 'bout

Trap out the mansion, don’t know the amount

They told me you got to make that shit count

Police told me you got to make that shit count

Get to the money, make every cent count

Make every cent count

Leaving on the road now, she don’t want to go now

She gon' fuck the bro, fuck the sofa

The road, wasn’t scared, better know now

I bet she know now, I bet she know now

I been on the road, doing shows, getting to the dough

Ask her to show what she really know

You can’t talk about it, you don’t really know

I done sold shit, I don’t really know

I never tell it but I really know

What you know now?

get hit with 100 rounds

What you didn’t know, that I re-up on 100 pounds

What you didn’t know

Migos, Cinco got 100 M’s stashed in the floor

What you didn’t know

Might pull up with a chopper and a 44 bulldog

You feeling froggy, nigga leap

My niggas know that you was fraud

You don’t know the half

I came from kicking doors and juuging the slab

You don’t know the half

I dropped out of school, I couldn’t finish math

Now that I’m up, 100 thousand put it on a rich nigga’s tab

I know they after me, can’t let 'em capture me

Lower my faculties, lie like an athlete

I know she after me, can’t let her capture me

She want to dress elite, call me your majesty

Sorry to inform you that I get it in

SakReligious nigga, Y-R-N

Get to the money, don’t care how it’s spent

Trust in myself, ain’t no one to depend

Everywhere I go they welcome us in

These bitches drop to their knees and begin

John Popi goin', in him we depend

Pray the good Lord forgive all of my sins

All of my sins, free all of my sins

Free all of my kin, they won’t let them out

Led her straight in cause they know what we 'bout

Trap out the mansion, don’t know the amount

They told me you got to make that shit count

Police told me you got to make that shit count

Get to the money, make every cent count

Make every cent count

Leaving on the road now, she don’t want to go now

She gon' fuck the bro, fuck the sofa

The road, wasn’t scared, better know now

I bet she know now, I bet she know now

I been on the road, doing shows, getting to the dough

Ask her to show what she really know

You can’t talk about it, you don’t really know

I done sold shit, I don’t really know

I never tell it but I really know