Same Thang

By YRN Murk

On One Gunman

Released on March 31, 2017

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[Intro: Quavo]

(Ricky Racks)

Ay

Ay, ay

Ay, ay, woo!


[Chorus: Quavo]

All my niggas workin'

Trappin', cappin, servin'

Ballin', James Worthy

Geekin' off a perky

Up early, trappin' real early

Cup real dirty, whatcha workin'?

Migos having birdies (brrrr)

I don't know ya, I ain't servin'

Got your main dame slurpin'

All my damn chains bling

Cookie kickin', Liu Kang

Bruce Lee, Tsung Shang

John Wic, John Wayne

Elliot Nick no Johnny Dang

Look at my clique, gang, bang (bang)

Two bitches, one me

They suckin' and fuckin' the same thang


[Verse 1: Quavo]

Pull out the lot

I'm in the drop

I pour a 8, then count up my knots

I bought a Chevy, Chevy T top

Put it on skates, dope boy boss

I'm in the north whippin' the pot

Kick in yo' door then I run through your spot

When I say, "We Migos," They're sayin' we hot

Fuck 12, I'm buckin', they catch me or not

Got bales, I just pulled a U-Haul out

These niggas is pussy, bring Ru Paul out

When I spray the chopper, I'm goin' all out

500 thousand in my dog house

You niggas is rats, I'm callin' you Mighty Mouse

I jugged a cutie when it was a thigh out

I had a nina in Mansion, no Ca$h Out

Pull up the plug, better bring the whole bag out

Feelin' like Flippa, but I gotta stash house

Don't like the Xans, that shit make me pass out

Dunk on a nigga, call me Quavo Stackhouse

She want my money, but I brought a rack out

Heard that you got it so we bring the MAC out

I know it's trouble, John Wic brought the mask out

I touched a fan, and then she passed out

Front and back end, they gon' make you bring cash out


[Chorus: Quavo]

All my niggas workin'

Trappin', cappin, servin'

Ballin', James Worthy

Geekin' off of perky

Up early, trappin' real early

Cup real dirty, whatcha workin'?

Migos having birdies (brrrr)

I don't know ya, I ain't servin'

Got your main dame slurpin'

All my damn chains bling

Cookie kickin', Liu Kang

Bruce Lee, Tsung Shang

John Wic, John Wayne

Elliot Nick no Johnny Dang

Look at my clique, gang, bang (bang)

Two bitches, one me

They suckin' and fuckin' the same thang


[Verse 2: YRN Murk]

I don't know you so you know I'm not servin'

Word on the street that the young nigga workin'

Shock on a baby like I'm James Worthy

Sleep with the stick because I'm feelin' nervous

Convicted felons, they be geeking off perkys

Trigger finger itching, shoot 'em on purpose

Trapping cross the country, havin' no service

Pull up on him at his funeral service (pull up)

Migo gang everything (Migo gang)

Yes I do gang bang (bang)

We are really not the same (no we're not)

Won't miss, perfect aim

Retaliation is a must, some of your partners can't trust

I put the dope in my nuts, when the folks raided the bus

I drop a 4 on my cup

The money it give me a rush

Shootin' out hundred rounds, choppa flippin' yo' truck

Feds taking pictures, like I give a fuck

Give that girl a buck, I bet she gon' suck

When I touch a mill you might as well give up

Ten fade, bullets linin' you up

Hellcat, Forgiato pull up

Lindsay Lohan in the trap cookin' up

[Chorus: Quavo & Takeoff]

All my niggas workin'

Trappin', cappin, servin'

Ballin', James Worthy

Geekin' off of perky

Up early, trappin' real early

Cup real dirty, whatcha workin'?

Migos having birdies (brrrr)

I don't know ya, I ain't servin'

Got your main dame slurpin'

All my damn chains bling

Cookie kickin', Liu Kang

Bruce Lee, Tsung Shang

John Wic, John Wayne

Elliot Nick no Johnny Dang

Look at my clique, gang, bang (bang)

Two bitches, one me

They suckin' and fuckin' the same thang (Takeoff)


[Verse 3: Takeoff]

Tsung Shang, Liu Kang, same thang (Kang)

Ballman, Balmain, (same thang) same thang

Wrist froze, Elliot A (ice), no Johny Dang

Surfboard, we the wave

Tryna mix the food, I'ma put 'em on a plane

Drinking Act, you drinking the Bombay

Sip a cup, I’m smoking it to the face

Real street niggas no fade, no case

Hit a lick, put ten up in the safe

Real shit nigga we paved the wave

Own the game, nigga we changed the game

On the Nawf nigga, I made my name

Want the cash nigga, still fuck the fame

I can't change, that's how I came

She look good, but shit she on 'caine

Can't complain 'cause shit I'm on drank

Sleep walking, up, just can't think

Popped a perc, she feel she gon' faint

She can't see, she feel like Ray (Charles)

She like the dab and the feng shui

She told me the dope grade A, pay me!


[Chorus: Quavo]

All my niggas workin'

Trappin', cappin, servin'

Ballin', James Worthy

Geekin' off of perky

Up early, trappin' real early

Cup real dirty, whatcha workin'?

Migos having birdies (brrrr)

I don't know ya, I ain't servin'

Got your main dame slurpin'

All my damn chains bling

Cookie kickin', Liu Kang

Bruce Lee, Tsung Shang

John Wic, John Wayne

Elliot Nick no Johnny Dang

Look at my clique, gang, bang (bang)

Two bitches, one me

They suckin' and fuckin' the same thang