Goin Down - Migos

Meet me in the trap, I’m having pounds

Niggas having straps, don’t come around

Niggas having all white, yeah, that step-down

Just hit me when you need me, I’ll pull up on you right now Bitch ride like six

pack, break her like Kit-Kat

Ho fuck around, get kidnapped

Drown the bricks in the water, take a bird bath

All white diamonds like RiFF RAFF

Trap!

Flippin' and breaking the packs, I got the catch in the back

Migo got the gas, no petrol, made a million dollars on the metro

Giving them hell, DJ Durel, watch the dope on the scale

Sippin' the lean, moving like shell, but I’m still the belts

Clientele, clientele, bitch I’ve been running from twelve

Shipping the pounds in the mail, Migo Gang label cartel

Meet me in the bando, flippin' bricks like it’s a sandal

Got a chopper, and it’s camo, murkin', that’s a lot of ammo

I got more blow than a candle, get pulled up in Bugatti

Migo Gang, we so ignorant, take your dope, take your flats and shit

My wrist blow a kiss, I might take your bitch for a hit

Look at my bitch, she British, Australian gator my feet

And when the pack in the town, we baggin' them up in them grounds

I’ve got O’s, no nouns

Married to the money, to the gold vowel