On the Map

[Intro]

Damn, aye

Uh

Aye, damn

Aye

[Chorus]

Real trench baby hit the stove crash a bowl and put my wrist in

Pull up in a Cadillac-V-Escalade say what's the difference?

'Bout fifty thousand dollars, I'm hoppin out

My shit talkin' different

First nigga wanna play with us and lift his shirt, he end up missin'

Pull a hunnid out the booth and another hunnid out the trap

Only time I'm on my knees is when I'm praying or shooting craps

I'm the first migo came out the D, put this shit up on the map

[Verse 1]

I tote crowns with all my kings, and let the clowns do all the cap

Say you ain't never see four migo whippin by the stove top

Niggas standing by the fridge in the trap cause this bitch is so hot

Pull the Escalade out the lot, hop out my leather so soft

Migo don't ever talk to me bout some shit you don't know bout

I woke up, n said a prayer, put one up top then roll out

Aye migo, I go to church and put ten blues on the plate

Drop twos in the drank

I got Jews in the bank

You got twenty four-hours and you still choosin' to hate

By then I tie my boots and mix my [?] up with [?]

Aye fuck nigga tryna play with us then we put tools to ya face

I'm forever turnt up, pass by the school with my drake

I brought my cup inside the church, I ain't been to sleep I'm still drinkin'

Fell asleep inside the flight, got double Gs up on the blanket

How the fuck his niggas broke, I don't know how the hell his niggas hatin'

I'm young and turnt up nigga, I spend this shit fast as I make it

And Versace pourin up, they fuck with me, do what I want do

I flash my wrist at her just to show her that I want you

Been outside with the shit, I'm posted up just how I'm 'posed to

On the way to the money nigga, it ain't nothing that I won't do

[Verse 2]

Aye, damn

You sold yourself short, and in the end it wasn't worth it

You cropped some people out and that's the reason that it's workin'

You try to play with us and nigga I'll leave your fam hurtin'

I'm turnt up and determined, sittin sideways while I'm swervin'

My shit hit in the pics, but it look way better in person

I let my chain swing, everytime I slide; got heads turnin

I ain't gon' lie bruh, you never did nun for your block

You don't rap, you don't make no money, you don't trap, like you don't scam

You don't do a thing, so like what are you doin' with yo life forreal?

[Chorus]

Aye

[?]

Pull up in a Cadillac-V-Escalade say what's the difference?

'Bout fifty thousand dollars, I'm hoppin out

My shit talkin' different

First nigga wanna play with us and lift his shirt, he end up missin'

Pull a hunnid out the booth and another hunnid out the trap

Only time I'm on my knees is when I'm praying or shooting craps

I'm the first migo came out the D, put this shit up on the map