John Wic feat. Migos - Same Thang Lyrics

(Intro – Quavo)
Ricky Racks
Dj Durel!
Ay, give em hell
Ay, ay
Ay, ay, woo!

(Chorus – Quavo)
All my ni**as working
Trapping, capping, serving
Balling, James Worthy
Geeking off of perky
Up early, trapping real early
Cup real dirty, whatcha working?
Migos having birdies, brrrr
I don’t know ya, I ain’t serving
Got your main dame slurping
All my damn chains bling
Cookie kicking, Liu Kang
Bruce Lee, Tsung Shang
John Wic, John Wayne
Elliot Nick no Johnny Dang
Look at my clique, gang, bang, bang
Two bi**hes, one me
They s**king and f**king 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 whipping the pot
Kick in yo door then I run through your spot
When I say, We Migos, They’re saying we hot
F**k 12, I’m bucking, they catch me or not
Got bells, I just pulled a U-Haul out
These ni**as is pu**y, bring Ru Paul out
When I spray the chopper, I’m going all out
500 thousand in my dog house
You ni**as is rats, I’m calling 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
Feeling like Flippa, but I gotta stash house
Don’t like the Xans, that s**t make me pass out
Dunk on a ni**a, 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

(Verse 2 – John Wic)
I don’t know you so you know I’m not serving
Word on the street that the young ni**a working
Shock on a baby like I’m James Worthy
Sleep with the stick because I’m feeling nervous
Convicted felons, they be geeking off perkys
Trigger finger itching, shoot em on purpose
Trapping cross the country, having 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
Shooting out hundred rounds, choppa flipping yo truck
Feds taking pictures, like I give a f**k
Give that girl a buck, I bet she gon s**k
When I touch a mill you might as well give up
Ten fade, bullets lining you up
Hellcat, Forgiato pull up
Lindsay Lohan in the trap cooking up

(Verse 3 – Takeoff)
Tsung Shang, Liu Kang, same thang, Kang
Ballman, Balmain, 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
I’m smoking it to the face
Real street ni**as no fade, no case
Hit a lick, put ten up in the safe
Real s**t ni**a we paved the wave
Own the game, n**a we changed the game
On the Nawf ni**a, I made my name
Want the cash ni**a, still f**k the fame
I can’t change, that’s how I came
She look good, but s**t she on caine
Can’t complain cause s**t 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