Third World

Third world paisa I'm turned up 'cause I'm chosen I can't die yet My wrist ain't frozen I'm Migo down we get high then we focus I ran it up, put my wrist in the open You reach for my chain & catch three to your colon Gangsta My momma told me fuck the police Run them racks up till they break off the lease I can put the packs up in a Chevy caprice Stuff the cash bust, you then head back to the streets I got my head Out the window Throwing three's up Then niggas put that pressure on you gone freeze up Bitch hit a corner too fast, I told her ease up Ay, damn You in the club I'm counting up that's why you don't never see us Ay, damn I know a bitch selling coochie tell a nigga get yo cheese up Ay Migo get the bread first It's new problems when you up make you head hurt How you broke take a trip to make your legs work If the bitch round me make her legs twerk Ay, damm I fill my lungs up with gas & put drank in my juice My partner got a script Pay three-hundred for the deuce It's probably five-fifty if he sold the shit to you I put the wok in the air just to see what it does Ay, damm How you're trying to step to me Don't, nobody know you Ay, damm All white like angel dust If you ain't trying to die about it, don't bring it up I make a bitch do the most to say it ain't enough Young nigga riding round with the stainless tucked You've been jumped off the porch nigga hang it up Woke up choking this morning chain tangled up Say I put all my jewelry on just to go to the store I ain't even trying to flex, but it's clapped if you don't Get my shoes from the back, don't play me like I'm broke Ay, damm I just ran up a ticket you gatekeeping clothes Ay, damm