Lyrics Migos – Same thang

All my niggas workin’
Trappin’, cappin, servin’
Ballin’, James Worthy
Geekin’ off a perky
Up early, trappin’ real early
Cup real dirty, whatcha workin’?
Migos having birdies
I don’t know ya, I ain’t servin’
Got your main dame slurpin’
All my damn chains bling
Cookie kickin’, Liu Kang
Bruce Lee, Tsung Shang
John Wic, John Wayne
Elliot Nick no Johnny Dang
Look at my clique, gang, bang (bang)
Two b*tches, one me
They suckin’ and f*ckin’ the same thang.

Pull out the lot
I’m in the drop
I pour a 8, then count up my knots
I bought a Chevy, Chevy T top
Put it on skates, dope boy boss
I’m in the north whippin’ the pot
Kick in yo’ door then I run through your spot
When I say, “We Migos,” They’re sayin’ we hot
f*ck 12, I’m buckin’, they catch me or not
Got bales, I just pulled a U-Haul out
These niggas is p***y, bring Ru Paul out
When I spray the chopper, I’m goin’ all out
500 thousand in my dog house
You niggas is rats, I’m callin’ you Mighty Mouse
I jugged a cutie when it was a thigh out
I had a nina in Mansion, no Ca$h Out
Pull up the plug, better bring the whole bag out
Feelin’ like Flippa, but I gotta stash house
Don’t like the Xans, that s**t make me pass out
Dunk on a nigga, call me Quavo Stackhouse
She want my money, but I brought a rack out
Heard that you got it so we bring the MAC out
I know it’s trouble, John Wic brought the mask out
I touched a fan, and then she passed out
Front and back end, they gon’ make you bring cash out.

All my niggas workin’
Trappin’, cappin, servin’
Ballin’, James Worthy
Geekin’ off of perky
Up early, trappin’ real early
Cup real dirty, whatcha workin’?
Migos having birdies
I don’t know ya, I ain’t servin’
Got your main dame slurpin’
All my damn chains bling
Cookie kickin’, Liu Kang
Bruce Lee, Tsung Shang
John Wic, John Wayne
Elliot Nick no Johnny Dang
Look at my clique, gang, bang (bang)
Two b*tches, one me
They suckin’ and f*ckin’ the same thang.

I don’t know you so you know I’m not servin’
Word on the street that the young nigga workin’
Shock on a baby like I’m James Worthy
Sleep with the stick because I’m feelin’ nervous
Convicted felons, they be geeking off perkys
Trigger finger itching, shoot ’em on purpose
Trapping cross the country, havin’ no service
Pull up on him at his funeral service (pull up)
Migo gang everything (Migo gang)
Yes I do gang bang (bang)
We are really not the same (no we’re not)
Won’t miss, perfect aim
Retaliation is a must, some of your partners can’t trust
I put the dope in my nuts, when the folks raided the bus
I drop a 4 on my cup versuri-lyrics.info
The money it give me a rush
Shootin’ out hundred rounds, choppa flippin’ yo’ truck
Feds taking pictures, like I give a f*ck
Give that girl a buck, I bet she gon’ suck
When I touch a mill you might as well give up
Ten fade, bullets linin’ you up
Hellcat, Forgiato pull up
Lindsay Lohan in the trap cookin’ up.

All my niggas workin’
Trappin’, cappin, servin’
Ballin’, James Worthy
Geekin’ off of perky
Up early, trappin’ real early
Cup real dirty, whatcha workin’?
Migos having birdies (brrrr)
I don’t know ya, I ain’t servin’
Got your main dame slurpin’
All my damn chains bling
Cookie kickin’, Liu Kang
Bruce Lee, Tsung Shang
John Wic, John Wayne
Elliot Nick no Johnny Dang
Look at my clique, gang, bang (bang)
Two b*tches, one me
They suckin’ and f*ckin’ the same thang.

Tsung Shang, Liu Kang, same thang (Kang)
Ballman, Balmain, (same thang) same thang
Wrist froze, Elliot A (ice), no Johny Dang
Surfboard, we the wave
Tryna mix the food, I’ma put ’em on a plane
Drinking Act, you drinking the Bombay
Sip a cup, I’m smoking it to the face
Real street niggas no fade, no case
Hit a lick, put ten up in the safe
Real s**t nigga we paved the wave
Own the game, nigga we changed the game
On the Nawf nigga, I made my name
Want the cash nigga, still f*ck the fame
I can’t change, that’s how I came
She look good, but s**t she on ‘caine
Can’t complain ’cause s**t I’m on drank
Sleep walking, up, just can’t think
Popped a perc, she feel she gon’ faint
She can’t see, she feel like Ray (Charles)
She like the dab and the feng shui
She told me the dope grade A, pay me!

All my niggas workin’
Trappin’, cappin, servin’
Ballin’, James Worthy
Geekin’ off of perky
Up early, trappin’ real early
Cup real dirty, whatcha workin’?
Migos having birdies
I don’t know ya, I ain’t servin’
Got your main dame slurpin’
All my damn chains bling
Cookie kickin’, Liu Kang
Bruce Lee, Tsung Shang
John Wic, John Wayne
Elliot Nick no Johnny Dang
Look at my clique, gang, bang
Two b*tches, one me
They suckin’ and f*ckin’ the same thanggg.
MIgos lyrics
Video thang

[Intro: G4SHI]
Yeah, shutdown
Oh, Shutdown

[Hook: G4SHI]
Oh me, oh me oh my
I just shut the club down, I ain’t even try
See them rollin’ with me, yeah they ride or die
Test us and I guarantee we let it fly
Oh me, oh me oh my
I just shut the club down, I ain’t even try
I always tell the truth, boy, I ain’t gotta lie
If you ain’t fuckin’ with us, don’t come to our side

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Oh my, oh me oh my, I know these niggas some small fries (oh my!)
Oh me, oh my, I serve a nigga like it’s Five Guys (serve ’em!)
Lil’ bitty bitch with the brown eyes (bitch!)
She cook up the dope a million times (whip!)
And it come back to me a trillion times (come on back!)
Birds singin’ just like Ginuwine
Independent, never signin’ (independent!)
Bitch I bought my own diamonds (bitch I did)
Case a nigga, move in silence (case a nigga!)
I met my plug on the island
Young nigga hot in designer (hot!)
Feds watchin’, they can’t find me
We make the birds take a shower (shower!)
Free my niggas in confinement (free my niggas!)
These niggas lookin’ like cowards
Mama said don’t fuck with you, boy you sour (mama!)
The way that I play with the white
You’d think that a nigga be cookin’ with flour ((white!))
Got a sniper in the tower
Money bring more power
I got a sniper in the tower
He been up for 24 hours

[Hook: G4SHI]
Oh me, oh me oh my
I just shut the club down, I ain’t even try
See them rollin’ with me, yeah they ride or die
Test us and I guarantee we let it fly
Oh me, oh me oh my
I just shut the club down, I ain’t even try
I always tell the truth, boy, I ain’t gotta lie
If you ain’t fuckin’ with us, don’t come to our side

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Come from the club around 3:30
I’ve been up in it, call James Worthy
I’ve been up, goin’ up, way up
Thinkin’ about it all day, fuck
How many more could fit in the ride?
Hit me, I’ll pull up on any side
All of my niggas on ’em
All of my bitches off ’em
Open, open up, baby
You know that I’m goin’, goin’, goin’, goin’ right now
Hundred bottles, we get poppin’ right now
Smokin’, don’t you choke on dopest right now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh me, oh my, oh me, don’t try
Won’t you come home for a ride?
We can do this for the night

[Hook: G4SHI]
Oh me, oh me oh my
I just shut the club down, I ain’t even try
See them rollin’ with me, yeah they ride or die
Test us and I guarantee we let it fly
Oh me, oh me oh my
I just shut the club down, I ain’t even try
I always tell the truth, boy, I ain’t gotta lie
If you ain’t fuckin’ with us, don’t come to our side

[Bridge: Quavo]
If you not fuckin’ with us
If you not fuckin’ with us
Then say you not fuckin’ with us
We don’t wanna fuck with that fake shit
We don’t wanna fuck with that fake shit
We don’t wanna fuck with that fake shit
If you not fuckin’ with us
Then young nigga don’t even say that shit
If you not fuckin’ with us
You know that we don’t even play that shit
Then you the one we can’t trust
You’ll be the one we can’t trust
You’ll be the one we can’t trust
If you not fuckin’ with us

[Outro: G4SHI]
Test us and I guarantee we let it fly
Oh me, oh me oh my
I just shut the club down, I ain’t even try
I always tell the truth, boy, I ain’t gotta lie
If you ain’t fuckin’ with us, don’t come to our side

[Hook]
I’m a different breed
Got your bitch on me
Feeling like I’m Curry, balling on your team
How you do this shit?
They keep asking me
Bitch I came to win, so I shoot the three
All my chains on feel like Mr. T
I ain’t got no limits feel like Master P
I be sipping muddy this is not no tea
Plug hit my phone, come and shout with me
Rolling up that sticky your bitch stuck to me
Even when I’m sleep, money in my dreams
Strippers on the floor, ones in my jeans
Sipping dirty Sprite nigga watch me lean
Cause I’m a different breed
Got your bitch on me
Feeling like I’m Curry, balling on your team
How you do this shit?
They keep asking me
Bitch I came to win, so I shoot the three

[Verse 1: Yung Simmie]
Bitch I came to win, so I shoot the three
Niggas playing foul they can’t keep it G
Talking to the cops call it referees
You be cheap talking I keep cash on me
Thinking I’ma fall wake up out your dream
Thirty with the beam make a nigga lean
It’s a murder scene I ain’t see a thing
He be LeBron James he be switching teams
I be doing me Daylyt who is he
I be snatching bitches keep your jewelry
I with all my niggas fuck security
And my bitch bad no insecurities
The 30 on me like I wear a jersey
A sharp shooter call me Stephen Curry
I’m dunking on them like I’m James Worthy
I be King Simmie you ain’t even worthy
I’m working late I get the money early
Had to kick her out she was mad annoying
Niggas hating but they bitch going
I pulled off I was in the foreign
My weed loud so you can’t ignore it
These niggas sleeping I can hear them snoring
A different breed I smoke different weed I smoke OG It ain’t got no seeds

[Hook]
I’m a different breed
Got your bitch on me
Feeling like I’m Curry, balling on your team
How you do this shit?
They keep asking me
Bitch I came to win, so I shoot the three
All my chains on feel like Mr. T
I ain’t got no limits feel like Master P
I be sipping muddy this is not no tea
Plug hit my phone, come and shout with me
Rolling up that sticky your bitch stuck to me
Even when I’m sleep, money in my dreams
Strippers on the floor, ones in my jeans
Sipping dirty Sprite nigga watch me lean
Cause I’m a different breed
Got your bitch on me
Feeling like I’m Curry, balling on your team
How you do this shit?
They keep asking me
Bitch I came to win, so I shoot the three

[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
Driven adrenaline dribble and dip in them benjamins within this syndicate this is my [?] wickedness future no who is the wickedest infinite need me a crib with a picket fence counterfeit niggas don’t change they ain’t making sense never, never could desert hot boy in the desert got hits like Maywheather you soft as my leather call me young Chester cause I get the cheddar 8 balling no better I’m with the vendetta I’m shooting barrettes God of the city just like the favelas my niggas all gangsters just like the goodfellas Hellen Keller niggas out of sight out of mind cloud 9 south side the affili homicide curry on the beat got a simmie on the side U.L.T C9 2.7.5

[Hook]
I’m a different breed
Got your bitch on me
Feeling like I’m Curry, balling on your team
How you do this shit?
They keep asking me
Bitch I came to win, so I shoot the three
All my chains on feel like Mr. T
I ain’t got no limits feel like Master P
I be sipping muddy this is not no tea
Plug hit my phone, come and shout with me
Rolling up that sticky your bitch stuck to me
Even when I’m sleep, money in my dreams
Strippers on the floor, ones in my jeans
Sipping dirty Sprite nigga watch me lean
Cause I’m a different breed
Got your bitch on me
Feeling like I’m Curry, balling on your team
How you do this shit?
They keep asking me
Bitch I came to win, so I shoot the three

[Hook]
Man I feel like I deserve this shit
I bought a Bentley because I deserve a new whip
She cheated on me so yes I deserve a new bitch
These niggas wasn’t with me, they didn’t have me grind for this shit
I buy some chains for the bro’s, I don’t got shit for these ho’s
Is you a friend or a foe? Is you gonna cut a nigga throat?
Ain’t no more going back broke, ain’t no more sharing no clothes
Ain’t no more selling dope, 12 can’t arrest me no more

[Verse 1]
Shootouts on shootouts on shootouts on shootouts
Young nigga done been on them shootouts
Where yo ass was at dog when we was at when we hallow a nigga with the 2’s out bitch
Compton Red’s in the cut tryna hit the dope, nigga where the cut in
Tied his [?]
Me and Lil Harold had took a laptop
That nigga had bussed so the nigga got popped
Me and Johny tried to rob everything
Mookie tried to tell us, do the right thing
Larry died man I cried twice
Chevy went down the road nigga twice
They tried to give my nigga Teetay life
Tip and Metro nigga ready to fight
I keep lotto with me, real ripe
Pussy niggas, nigga we don’t like
Free Lil Tooto, he gon’ open a fight
RIP Tayman that’s why I got that knife
I don’t get excited about the fame
Bitch I’m still with the same gang, bitch I still claim the same thing
Still take a pussy nigga chain

[Hook]
Man I feel like I deserve this shit
I bought a Bentley because I deserve a new whip
She cheated on me so yes I deserve a new bitch
These niggas wasn’t with me, they didn’t have me grind for this shit
I buy some chains for the bro’s, I don’t got shit for these ho’s
Is you a friend or a foe? Is you gonna cut a nigga throat?
Ain’t no more going back broke, ain’t no more sharing no clothes
Ain’t no more selling dope, 12 can’t arrest me no more

[Verse 2]
12 can’t arrest me no more, ain’t no roaches on the floor
Ain’t no flowers in this clique, ain’t no flowers in this shit
We done cut the snakes off, had to cut them niggas off
Niggas don’t wanna see you with nothing, unless you giving these niggas something
I had to get me some money, bitch and that drum hold a hunnid
You run up, you know that I’m gunning, 2Pac nigga, thugging
A lot of niggas changed on me, I just bought some chains on me
I just bought a Range Rover, this shit ain’t ’bout the fame homie
Mookie told me I deserve it, momma told me I deserve it
I know if Tayman was alive, he would tell me I deserved it
I got the sack and start splurgin’, balling like I’m James Worthy
Pussy niggas ain’t worth it, before I did some other murders

[Hook]
Man I feel like I deserve this shit
I bought a Bentley because I deserve a new whip
She cheated on me so yes I deserve a new bitch
These niggas wasn’t with me, they didn’t have me grind for this shit
I buy some chains for the bro’s, I don’t got shit for these ho’s
Is you a friend or a foe? Is you gonna cut a nigga throat?
Ain’t no more going back broke, ain’t no more sharing no clothes
Ain’t no more selling dope, 12 can’t arrest me no more