How We Coming Lyrics – Migos
Yeah
You feel me
Yeah, you know what I’m saying?
Trap talk shit, you know what I mean
Murda on the beat, so it’s not nice
Yeah
Ain’t nothing nice over here, nigga
You gotta get shit your own way
Trifecta shit, you know what I mean?
You know how we coming
Somebody tell these niggas what’s happening (What’s happening)
I drop the ball right out of the gate, now I’m trapping
Nigga, quit capping
Put a little shit up, we taxing (Taxing)
I can’t count that shit backwards
If they don’t free him now then they maxing (Free the bro)
Now I’m sitting back relaxing, talk that shit over the phone
They talking that shit in the tweets (They talk)
We can see that shit all on the ‘gram (I see it)
Nigga we ’bout to go ham
Run that shit or shut it down (Woo)
We ’bout to go out of town (Suu)
Come back and bring all the pounds
We ’bout to go out of town (Go)
Break her back, breaking it down (Break it)
30s, 50s, hundred rounds (Brrt)
Sipping, smoking out the pound
Can’t put a smiley face, fuck a frown
I want that cash, nigga, fuck a crown
I give my [?] to my niggas who been with me, from the past ’cause they stayed down (For real)
It’s a couple niggas that with me, I cut ’em they loss, it was never found (Cut ’em)
It’s a lot of shit that we done did that we can’t talk about or show on the ‘gram
They pay me to go out of town
That shit like a boomerang, come back around
We just like a movie, when cameras come out and they flashing like Tarantino was around
Patek is Rolls, it cost me a Rolls
I’m talking a Cullinan, color of brown (Rolls)
We put your face on a T-Shirt
Drinking codeine, I’m thinking my teeth hurt (Drank)
I jumped off the porch, feet first
Before I eat, I gotta get geeked first (Geek)
They told us we done inspired ‘lil bro, and I told ’em “go do your research”
They calling the flag but we see the opps, we buy ’em a new hearst (New hearst)
Cheat on my bitch and I told her I’m sorry, but fuck it, I bought her a new purse (Hey)
You know how we coming
Somebody tell these niggas what’s happening (What’s happening)
I drop the ball right out of the gate, now I’m trapping
Nigga, quit capping
Put a little shit up, we taxing (Taxing)
I can’t count that shit backwards
If they don’t free him now then they maxing (Free the bro)
Now I’m sitting back relaxing, talk that shit over the phone
They talking that shit in the tweets
We can see that shit all on the ‘gram
Nigga we ’bout to go ham
Run that shit or shut it down (Woo)
We ’bout to go out of town
Come back and bring all the pounds
You know how it go (Go)
[?] fuck, but she know what I know (Hey)
Kick down a door, that was all that I know
Credit card fraud and I bought me a bowl
Chrome heart drip, take a pic, I’m lit (Drip)
Multi-millionaire riding with a stick (Million)
Make her do a handstand, sucking good dick (Woo)
Where would I be if I ain’t never hit a lick? (Hey)
Who put a bag on your head, you a bitch (Who?)
Chopper gon’ shatter ’em, spray ’em like Chris
We ball together, I give an assist
Can’t fall, no never, I ain’t second, not shit
Thank God for my life, I wasn’t right
I seen my mama cry, middle of the night
My brother got hit up, he fight for his life
My watch is heavy, these baguettes is light
I’m popping meds and I know it ain’t right
I cannot sleep like a thief in the night
Dressed in all black like a deacon, we striped (Hey)
The chopper gon’ spit out the teeth like it’s Mike
I bought me the Lamb’ then I bought me the Rover
I don’t drive but I keep me a chauffeur
I stay focused, the game is poker
I put diamonds in Cartier bifocals
We winning, let’s pour up and toast then (Let’s pour up)
She like when I fuck her and choke her
She set up the opps and we smoke ’em (Opps)
Ain’t no drought in the trap, we in motion (Hey)
You know how we coming
Somebody tell these niggas what’s happening (What’s happening)
I drop the ball right out of the gate, now I’m trapping
Nigga, quit capping
Put a little shit up, we taxing (Taxing)
I can’t count that shit backwards
If they don’t free him now then they maxing (Free the bro)
Now I’m sitting back relaxing, talk that shit over the phone
They talking that shit in the tweets
We can see that shit all on the ‘gram
Nigga we ’bout to go ham
Run that shit or shut it down (Woo)
We ’bout to go out of town
Come back and bring all the pounds