Migos - Deadz Lyrics
(feat. 2 Chainz)[Produced by: Cardo][Intro: Migos]You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)You niggas in trouble[Hook: Quavo]Uh, ooh, fresh out the bedUh, ooh, count up the deadsUh, ooh, fresh out the bedUh, ooh, count up the deadsUh, ooh, fresh out the bedUh, ooh, count up the deadsUh, ooh, fresh out the bedUh, ooh, count up the deadsUh, ooh, fresh out the bedUh, ooh, count up the deadsUh, ooh, fresh out the bedUh, ooh, count up the deads[Verse 1: Quavo]Fresh out, outta the bed, count up the deadz (bow, bow)We heard what you said, we heard what you saidIf I wasn't trappin', I'd be wrappin' up them bundlesIf I wasn't rappin', I'd be trappin' out the condos (know I'm sayin')No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas (know I'm sayin')No forreal, no cap, I keep a sack like Sapp and Tucker (sacks)If you think about runnin' with that then you in trouble (think about it)If you think about runnin' with that then you in trouble (gone)[Pre-Hook: Migos]You niggas in trouble, you niggas in troubleYou niggas in trouble, you niggas in troubleNo forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondaYou niggas in trouble, you niggas in troubleYou niggas in trouble, you niggas in troubleIf you think about runnin' with that then you in trouble[Hook: Quavo]Uh, ooh, fresh out the bedUh, ooh, count up the deadsUh, ooh, fresh out the bedUh, ooh, count up the deadsUh, ooh, fresh out the bedUh, ooh, count up the deadsUh, ooh, fresh out the bedUh, ooh, count up the deadsUh, ooh, fresh out the bedUh, ooh, count up the deadsUh, ooh, fresh out the bedUh, ooh, count up the deadsUh, ooh, fresh out the bedUh, ooh, count up the deadsUh, ooh, fresh out the bedUh, ooh, count up the deads[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]Yeah, 2 Chainz!Gang bang, slang 'caine, heroin, half a ton"Purple Haze", Cam'ronPlays off a Samsung, get the job doneIf I go jog at night, yeah, call it a mall runYou know what I did last night, 'cause I gave her all onesYou niggas in trouble, rock chains by the doubleGot dames by the double, do everything but cuddleMight buy a bowling alley, I got money out the gutterFully automatic, and it don't don't stutter (rra!)[Pre-Hook: Migos]You niggas in trouble, you niggas in troubleYou niggas in trouble, you niggas in troubleNo forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondaYou niggas in trouble, you niggas in troubleYou niggas in trouble, you niggas in troubleIf you think about runnin' with that then you in trouble[Hook: Quavo]Uh, ooh, fresh out the bedUh, ooh, count up the deadsUh, ooh, fresh out the bedUh, ooh, count up the deadsUh, ooh, fresh out the bedUh, ooh, count up the deadsUh, ooh, fresh out the bedUh, ooh, count up the deadsUh, ooh, fresh out the bedUh, ooh, count up the deadsUh, ooh, fresh out the bedUh, ooh, count up the deadsUh, ooh, fresh out the bedUh, ooh, count up the deadsUh, ooh, fresh out the bedUh, ooh, count up the deads[Verse 3: Takeoff]Hop out the bed and I'm countin' them facesI jump out the whip and them *****es start faintin'No twenties or fifties, just Benjamin FranklinsBlock on lock, call me Kurt AngleI keep the banger, my brother, my partnerDon't ***** with no strangers, they tryna get famousI put the hood on my backWhen these niggas couldn't do nothing but love itBut niggas still hatedNo they ain't real but these niggas gon' fake itIf they got a problem, my niggas gon' straighten itNiggas debatin', they hatin', they plottin', they waitin'They want my ice, tell 'em come take itHave people tell me that I couldn't make itNow I'm doin' shows outta state in the nationsMy momma told me I gotta stay humbleBut don't be too ready, you gotta have patience[Verse 4: Offset]Droppin' them bangers, bangers, bangersDouble cup stuffed full Texas RangerOne in the chamberI shoot a hundred round clip like Wilt ChamberlainGo to the top and I'm gon' bring the gang in*****, do anything to get famousMy wrist cost me a brick and it's frigidI'm rich, but I did not let it change meStatistics say that you niggas ain't gangsta[Pre-Hook: Migos]You niggas in trouble, you niggas in troubleYou niggas in trouble, you niggas in troubleNo forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondaYou niggas in trouble, you niggas in troubleYou niggas in trouble, you niggas in troubleIf you think about runnin' with that then you in trouble
