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Migos “How We Coming” Lyrics:

[Intro: Quavo]
Yeah, feel me?
Yeah, you know what I’m saying?
Trap talk shit, you know what I mean?
(Murda on the beat, so it’s not nice)
Yeah, ain’t nothing nice over here, nigga
You gotta get your shit your own way
Trifecta shit, you know what I mean?

[Chorus: Quavo]
You know how we coming
Somebody tell these niggas what’s happening (What’s happening)
I dropped the ball right out of the gate (Woo)
Now I’m trapping (I’m trapping)
Nigga, quit capping (Capping)
Put a little shit up, we taxing (Taxing)
I can’t count that shit backwards
If they don’t free him now then he maxing (Free the bro)
Now I’m sitting back relaxing (Relaxing)
Talked that shit over the phone (Phone)
They talking that shit in the tweets (They talk)
We can see that shit all on the ‘Gram (I see it)
Nigga we ’bout to go ham (Grraow)
Run that shit or shut it down (Woo)
We ’bout to go out of town (Suu)
Come back and bring all the pounds

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
We ’bout to go out of town (Go)
Bring her back, breaking it down (Break it)
Thirties, fifties, hundred rounds (Brra)
Sipping, smoking out the pound
Capital smiley faces, fuck a frown
I want that cash, nigga, fuck a crown
I give my last to my niggas who been with me from the past ’cause they stayed down (For real)
And it’s a couple niggas that was with me, I cut ’em, they lost and was never found (Cut ’em)
And it’s a lot of shit that we done did, that we can’t talk about or show on the ‘Gram (Shh)
They pay me to go out of town
That shit like a boomerang, come back around
It’s just like a movie when cameras come out and they flashing like Tarantino was around
Patek is Rolls, it cost me a Rolls
I’m talking a Cullinan, color of brown (Rolls)
We put your face on a T-shirt
Drinking codeine, I think that my teeth hurt (Drank)
I jumped off the porch feet first
Before I eat, I gotta get geeked first (Geek)
They told us we didn’t inspire lil’ bro and ’em
I told ’em, “”Go do your research”” (Go do your research)
They calling the flag
When we see the opps, we buy ’em a new hearse (New hearse)
Cheat on my bitch and I told her I’m sorry, but fuck it, I bought her a new purse (Birkin)

[Chorus: Quavo]
You know how we coming
Somebody tell these niggas what’s happening (What’s happening)
I dropped the ball right out of the gate (Woo)
Now I’m trapping (I’m trapping)
Nigga, quit capping (Capping)
Put a little shit up, we taxing (Taxing)
I can’t count that shit backwards
If they don’t free him now then he maxing (Free the bro)
Now I’m sitting back relaxing (Relaxing)
Talked that shit over the phone (Phone)
They talking that shit in the tweets (They talk)
We can see that shit all on the ‘Gram (I see it)
Nigga we ’bout to go ham (Grraow)
Run that shit or shut it down (Woo)
We ’bout to go out of town (Suu)
Come back and bring all the pounds

[Verse 2: Offset]
You know how it go (Go)
Bitch should’ve fucked but she know what I know (Hey)
Kicked down the door, that was all that I know (Kick door)
Credit card fraud and I bought me a bowl
Chrome Heart drip, take a pic, I’m lit (Drip)
Multi-millionaire riding with a stick (Million)
Make her do a handstand, sucking good dick (Woo)
Where would I be if I ain’t never hit a lick? (Hey)
Who put a bag on your back? You a bitch (Who?)
Chopper gon’ shatter ’em, spray ’em like Chris (Grrra)
We ball together, I give a assist (Ball)
Can’t fall, no never, I ain’t second, not shit
Thank God for my life, I wasn’t right
I seen my mama cry middle the night (Night)
My brother got hit up, he fought for his life (Woo)
My watch is heavy, these baguettes is light (Baguettes)
I’m popping meds and I know it ain’t right (Yeah)
I cannot sleep like a thief at the night (Shit)
Dressed in all black like a deacon, we striped (Hey)
The chopper gon’ spit out the teeth like it’s Mike (Grrra, grrra)
I bought me the Lamb’ then I bought me the Rover (Skrrt)
I don’t drive but I keep me a chauffeur (I’m boujie)
I stay focused, the game is poker (Focused)
I put diamonds in Cartier bifocals (Bifocals)
We winning, let’s pour up and toast then (Let’s pour up)
She like when I fuck her and choke her (Ahh)
She set up the opps and we smoke ’em (Opps)
Ain’t no drought in the trap, we in motion (Hey)

[Chorus: Quavo]

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