Pouya & Boobie Lootaveli Real Street Migo Lyrics

[Chorus]
I'm a street Migo, wrap them babies in the plastic
I be totin' on some tools bigger than Jurassic
Now my old homie hate me 'cause I made it happen
Thought that he would want me in a Wraith, not a casket
Man this life will teach you things that you wouldn't imagine
How you say that he your dog, but he went to ratting?
We be moving like a marching band when we clapping
Got a .40 with the nuts, if you want your ass kissed

[Verse 1: Boobie Lootaveli]
Bitch it's trap shit is easy, why you doing average?
My lil zose up the road swiping, doin' damage
They gon take a trip across the tracks for the package
Tryna sell out all these shows, bitch I want that backend
What that thing all down your back, girl is that your baggage?
I love when she get to clapping it, I gets to rattlin'
Pull up on you like "Whats happening bitch" ain't got no manners
Hit you with some numbers, its not adding up, then I'm subtracting bitch
A lot up on my plate today, I'm doing numbers ho
If you ain't make one play today, then what you doing ho?
You know I be with the shits so what we moving ho?
I'm a real street Migo, I be glidin' through the room

[Chorus]
I'm a street Migo, wrap them babies in the plastic
I be totin' on some tools bigger than Jurassic
Now my old homie hate me 'cause I made it happen
Thought that he want me in a Wraith, not a casket
Man this life will teach you things that you wouldn't imagine How you say that he your dog, but he went to ratting?
We be moving like a marching band when we clapping
Got a .40 with the nuts, if you want your ass kissed

[Verse 2: Pouya]
I want smoke, I want smoke, I want bullets in my head
Let me go, let me go, I guess I'm better off for dead
This life I'm living ain't right
I should of stayed in school instead of dropping out
Sitting on the couch, with a cigarette in my mouth
But if I did that, I would be broke
Sitting in the Honda Civic with that broken taillight and a ugly ho
But now they love me, now I'm knocking them down like dominoes
Drivin' to chop you up, and put your finger in a envelope
Lil ho, why you wanna play me like a bitch?
Run around with my style how you know you not authentic with it
Admit it, get out of your feelings, I've been in the game for a minute
Show some respect to the legacy
Been waiting for somebody to kill me
To show me you love me, yuh

[Chorus]
I'm a street Migo, wrap them babies in the plastic
I be totin' on some tools bigger than Jurassic
Now my old homie hate me 'cause I made it happen
Thought that he would want me in a Wraith, not a casket
Man this life will teach you things that you wouldn't imagine
How you say that he your dog, but he went to ratting?
We be moving like a marching band when we clapping
Got a .40 with the nuts, if you want your ass kissed