MIGO2 / 40 - NOLANBEROLLIN, BOOFBOIICY

Got no time for a broke ho

Serve a dummy bird, it’s a dodo

What’s in my cup?

Hot cocoa

She’s not my type, no produce

Tryna find me in the Uber pool

Marco Polo (Hey bro)

Posted with the sack in the back of Sunoco

Playing with the bands like an oboe (Why)

Only instrument 'cause I’m solo

Pull up in a Subie, that’s a four door

Niggas be sipping karo, Fabuloso

Nolan, we roll, no Moto

If you make music, why you worry about a photo

Niggas steal swag but GAP my logo

You can call me shot but my car the black Soho

Woah, Woah

More percs than a drum kit

Had to bring the work out 'cause I’m unfit

Put the Glock to my head 'cause I’m homesick

Fuck the thermometer, don’t temp' me

Don’t know my name but she miss me (why)

That don’t make sense like 50

My transmission 6-speed

I keep my dick in Dickies

Might just hit a lick on a kidney

Dick in her ass, nigga lube no Jiffy

2-dollar bills no hundred, no fifty

Water in her gym, I’ma call her Missy

Yeah, we pop pills just like addicts

Me and game came through sliding, I’m clapping

No, you don’t want no static

I know y’all really ain’t about this 'ish

Tote 45 and automatic

Spot him, then I’m gonna whack him

Ain’t no running, yeah the gun got attachments

She said «What you doing?»

This bitch is a nuisance

Pull up sipping fluid

They’re like «Oh don’t do it»

Glock on me, unhuman

Niggas wanna talk

Everybody stalk

I can’t really walk

Glock up in my palms

I’m a failure

My ship passed like sailor

My bitch calls me mayor

Shoot me, it’s a favor

My noodles, no flavor (depressed)

(Depressed)

Hey

Yeah, we pop pills just like addicts

Me and game came through sliding, I’m clapping

No, you don’t want no static

I know y’all really ain’t about this 'ish

Tote 45 and automatic

Spot him, then I’m gonna whack him

Ain’t no running, yeah the gun got attachments