Migos Cross the Country Lyrics

Young rich *****, riding round the city with the mac
Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch he's leaking
Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it
***** they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget
Nah for real
What the **** a ***** really wanna talk about?
You a *****, we ain't got nothing to talk about
Shaking like a stripper, put that magic up in his mouth
Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up, and bust it down
Migo (?), whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve
J-1 got PT's, and sold that reserved
I'm a (Hot) Boy, so you know I gotta stay low
Quavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo
You *****s are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet
Set! Told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that ***** wet
No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet
Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check
I'm a young *****, with the rich ***** ambitions
At the Migo show, a ***** autographing *******
There's levels to this **** like Meek said
And you embarrassed to admit it
I don't want to kick it
After my show
The gangster-ist *****, he looking suspicious
Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my *****
And all he wanted was a picture
I used to smoke swishers, like a regular *****
Now I'm a backwoods type of *****
A *****, he run up, tried to rob, I shot him
White people, they still treat me like I'm a Bieber
Now people they screaming out "Free Activis"
They talking bout that Activis be discontinued
Check my cup of muddy trouble, trapper, got packs in the attic
Catch me riding with packs in my rental
Trap, trap down when I'm on the revenue
Cooking a brick, and remix it with the dog food
Diamond brick with a note on it, ***** you Blues Clues
24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool
Master P, no limit, money been all jumping like a bungee
Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny
Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies
**** it, I beat it, she sucking me till a ***** be cumming

Cross the country
Cross the country
You may never been there catch me
Cross the country

Cross the country
Cross the country
Coca leaves, and palm trees
We cross the country

Cross the country
Cross the country
She don't understand English, but she want me

Cross the country
Cross the country
I had to get a visa, cause I'm in and out the country

[Verse 2: Offset]
When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name
I stole a mustang, drop top, no brain
Police had a *****, cause they know I'm in the game
Taking pictures of a *****, like a groupie, like a fan
On my first lick, only got a little bit of change
Thinking like Obama, something gotta change
Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains
When I got outta jail, did the same thing
I spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang
Cocaine in the nose like a (?)
My ***** be trapping the gas, propane
Hit the ***** with a chopper, ***** bang bang
I was getting money, way before the rap game
As a young *****, used to wear the fake chain
They say that I'm ignorant, $50,000 on a chain
You know it ain't come from Johnny Dang
Fake watch busta can't bust me, no lie
Won't catch me with the fake jewelry, I got too much pride
They killed my ***** Pistol Pete, for a three-five
I pay the ticket, when are you gon' die
I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies
I got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at popeyes
The streets is a jungle, my *****, you better survive
Getting married to the money *****, that my bride
My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye
You selling by the ounce, my *****, you just getting by
Put the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly
Glah! Glah! Glah!
In the bushes like a spy
***** talking stupid, we don't let that **** fly
Talking crazy to the migos, boy you know we keep the fire
Got that chopper, flip a ***** like a domino
Young rich *****, never made the honor roll
Hit his *** with the 4 4, make him fold
Chattahoochee river where that ***** body float
On the nation, my ***** we throwing up the Folks
She on a mission, trying to film me, better get your ho
Big bank, take little bank
Yellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake
Two Glocks on my hip, like tomb raider
Arnold Schwarzenegger, turn into the terminator

Cross the country
Cross the country
You may never been there catch me
Cross the country

Cross the country
Cross the country
Coca leaves, and palm trees
We cross the country

Cross the country
Cross the country
She don't understand English, but she want me

Cross the country
Cross the country
I had to get a visa, cause I'm in and out the country

Cross the country
My plug he in Wyoming
And the only time I pull up on you, if a ***** owe me
And the whole word know that a young ***** rap
But a ***** ***** better not provoke me
Came in the game with the formula, sold it
Now I gotta switch it up on you phonies
Pocket full of macaroni, mac-11, run up on you
All you can eat in my trap, like it's Shoney's
Rich ***** Timeline
That's my **********ing testimony
Out in the desert, got bricks in the donkey
Rich *****, with a pot of gold, like a leprechaun
And I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon
My *****s collecting extortion funds
We built an empire like Megatron
QC the label
Migo the gang
Already told you
I want the M&Ms, **** the fame
No shame in game, I'm a bull with the nine
Like Loul Deng, finna bang with the thing
Walking through the crowd, ain't gotta touch the chain
Get juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game
Squad ****
Oh no
I done rolled around the block and I don't see him
I paid a J $200, just to hit me when he see him
If I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him
Caught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita
He had some jewelry on him, worth $100, so I took it from him
Took the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment
They say he got work, now I own him
Now my squad, they going nuts, no Makonnen
In the players pad, at the Caesar's Palace
Out in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman
All types of euros and yen
I got money in Berlin
I told the Lord forgive me for my sins
'Cause I don't wanna do it again

Cross the country
Cross the country
You may never been there catch me
Cross the country

Cross the country
Cross the country
Coca leaves, and palm trees
We cross the country

Cross the country
Cross the country
She don't understand English, but she want me

Cross the country
Cross the country
I had to get a visa, cause I'm in and out the country

Written by: Kiari Cephus, Kirshnik Ball, Quavious Marshall
Lyrics © The Administration MP

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