Cross The Country testo – Migos

[Takeoff:]Young rich nigga, riding round the city with the macTake a chopper, and a chicken, now watch he's leakingWhipping and breaking it, making it, taking itNigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midgetNah for realWhat the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk aboutShaking like a stripper, put that magic up in his mouthSkippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up, and bust it downMigo [?], whipping that lambo, now watch it swerveJ-1 got PT's, and sold that reservedI'm a (Hot) Boy, so you know I gotta stay lowQuavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ MayoYou niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vetSet! Told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wetNo Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vetWhatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike checkI'm a young nigga, with the rich nigga ambitionsAt the Migo show, a nigga autographing tittiesThere's levels to this shit like Meek saidAnd you embarrassed to admit itI don't want to kick itAfter my showThe gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspiciousWalk right up on him, I'm pressing my niggaAnd all he wanted was a pictureI used to smoke swishers, like a regular niggaNow I'm a backwoods type of niggaA nigga, he run up, tried to rob, I shot himWhite people, they still treat me like I'm a BieberNow people they screaming out "Free Activis"They talking bout that Activis be discontinuedKept my cup of muddy trouble, trapper, got packs in the atticKept me 'round, with pricing my rentalTrap, trap down when I'm on the revenueCooking a brick, and remix it with the dog foodDiamond brick with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues24 karat my time, must've [?]Master P, no limit, money been all jumping like a bungeeKevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funnyCall me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunniesFuck it, I beat it, she sucking me till a nigga be cumming [Hook:]Cross the countryCross the countryYou ain't never been there to catch meCross the country Cross the countryCross the countryCoca leaves, and palm treesWe cross the country Cross the countryCross the countryShe don't understand English, but she want me Cross the countryCross the countryI had to get a visa, cause I'm in and out the country [Offset:]When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a nameI stole a mustang, drop top, no brainPolice had a nigga, cause they know I'm in the gameTaking pictures of a nigga, like a groupie, like a fanOn my first lick, only got a little bit of changeThinking like Obama, something gotta changeDid a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chainsWhen I got outta jail, did the same thingI spent that money, money, coming back like boomerangCocaine in the nose like a [?]My nigga be trapping the gas, propaneHit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bangI was getting money, way before the rap gameAs a young nigga, used to wear the fake chainThey say that I'm ignorant, $50,000 on a chainYou know it ain't come from Johnny DameFake watch, busta can't bust me, no lieWalk at me with the fake jewelry, I got too much prideThey killed my nigga Pistol Pete, for a three-fiveI pay the ticket, when are you gon' dieI'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack piesI got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at popeyesThe streets is a jungle, my nigga, you better surviveGetting married to the money nigga, that my brideMy diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eyeYou selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting byPut the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' flyClack! Clack! Clack!In the bushes like a spyNigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit flyTalking crazy to the migos, boy you know we keep the fireGot that chopper, flip a nigga like a dominoYoung rich nigga, never made the honor rollHit his ass with the 4 4, make him foldChattahoochee river where that nigga body floatOn the nation, my nigga we throwing up the FolksShe on a mission, trying to film me, better get your hoBig bank, take little bankYellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cakeTwo Glocks on my hip, like tomb raiderArnold Schwarzenegger, turn into the terminator [Hook] [Quavo:]Cross the countryMy plug he NY, homieAnd the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe meAnd the whole word know that a young nigga rapBut a pussy nigga better not provoke meCame in the game with the formula, sold itNow I gotta switch it up on you phoniesPocket full of macaroni, mac-11, run up on youAll you can eat in my trap, like it's [?]Rich Nigga TimelineThat's my motherfucking testimonyOut in the desert, got bricks in the donkeyRich nigga, with a pot of gold, like a leprechaunAnd I'm thinking 'bout moving to BabylonMy niggas collecting extortion fundsWe built an empire like MegatronQC the labelMigo the gangAlready told youI want the M&Ms, fuck the fameNo shame in game, I'm a bull with the nineLike Loul Deng, finna bang with the thingWalking through the crowd, ain't gotta touch the chainGet juuged, get capped, that's a part of the gameSquad shitOh noI done rolled around the block and I don't see himI paid a J $200, just to hit me when he see himIf I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be himCaught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacitaHe had some jewelry on him, worth $100, so I took it from himTook the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a momentThey say he got work, now I own himNow my squad, they going nuts, no MakonnenIn the players pad, at the Caesar's PalaceOut in Las Vegas, like I'm RomanAll types of euros and yenI got money in BerlinI told the Lord forgive me for my sinsCause I don't wanna do it again [Hook]