[Intro: Boobie Lootaveli]
I'm a street migo (Ayy, ayy, you dig?), I'm a street migo
I'm a street migo (Willy Snow, crank that shit up), duh
I'm a street migo, duh, I'm a street migo (You dig?)
I'm a street migo (Ayy, ayy)
(Willy did this mothafucker, bruh)
[Chorus: Boobie Lootaveli]
I'm a street Migo, wrap them babies in the plastic
I be totin' 'round 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 dawg, but he went to rattin'?
We be movin' like a marching band when we clappin'
Got a .40 with the nuts, if you want your ass kissed
[Verse 1: Boobie Lootaveli]
Bitch, this trap shit is easy, why you doin' average?
My lil zoes up the road swipin', 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 goin' down your back, girl, is that your baggage?
I love when she get to clappin' it, I gets to rattlin'
Pull up on you like "What's happenin', bitch?" Ain't got no manners
Hit you with some numbers, it's not addin' up? Then I'm subtractin', bitch
A lot up on my plate today, I'm doin' numbers, huh
If you ain't make one play today, then what you doin', huh?
You know I be with the shits so what we moving, ho?
I'm a real street migo, I be glidin' through the room
I'm a street migo (Ayy, ayy, you dig?), I'm a street migo
I'm a street migo (Willy Snow, crank that shit up), duh
I'm a street migo, duh, I'm a street migo (You dig?)
I'm a street migo (Ayy, ayy)
(Willy did this mothafucker, bruh)
[Chorus: Boobie Lootaveli]
I'm a street Migo, wrap them babies in the plastic
I be totin' 'round 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 dawg, but he went to rattin'?
We be movin' like a marching band when we clappin'
Got a .40 with the nuts, if you want your ass kissed
[Verse 1: Boobie Lootaveli]
Bitch, this trap shit is easy, why you doin' average?
My lil zoes up the road swipin', 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 goin' down your back, girl, is that your baggage?
I love when she get to clappin' it, I gets to rattlin'
Pull up on you like "What's happenin', bitch?" Ain't got no manners
Hit you with some numbers, it's not addin' up? Then I'm subtractin', bitch
A lot up on my plate today, I'm doin' numbers, huh
If you ain't make one play today, then what you doin', huh?
You know I be with the shits so what we moving, ho?
I'm a real street migo, I be glidin' through the room
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