Migos & Travis Scott – .Wav Radio Freestyle On Beats 1

Aye trap out the coupe
Shoot out the roof
I give your hoe boot
Huh huh, M’s in the ‘rari
Excuse me sorry, diamonds hittin’, pardon me
My diamonds bitin’, these bitches fightin’
No I’m not fighting
Chopper, chop him down
Everybody know it, young Quavo don’t play around
I buy a whole brick, I won’t sell it, just I blow it down
Everybody know what’s goin’ ’round
Ridin’ ’round town with that thing on me
Everybody know, yeah yeah yeah
Takeoff he gon’ bang with me homie (brr)
Give it to ’em, ooh yeah get in there
Ooh yeah, get in there, get in there, get in there (woah)

Get in there, get in there, get in there
Get in there, swimwear, and I get in there
In a zone when I get in there
Breakin’ down, yeah I’m breakin’ down
Got a hundred pounds, yeah we sprayin’ around
Yeah we pull around we shop the town
Yeah we pullin’ down, yeah we droppin’ down
Hundred pounds on the backstreets
Hundred pounds on the backend
Pick up that front end, then I get it in
Back to back wit’ it, back to back wit’ it (back to back)
Grab the Mac, in the Maybach windows tinted, yeah
Never wore a fitted, never wore a fitted
Nigga never been innocent, never told on myself (ha)
Never ride wit Audi [?] I get it, riding it
Hold on wait
I bought a rari, so I could skate (so you could skate?)
I fuck your hoe, don’t take her on dates
Too much money I got rates, rates
Everybody know its me, huncho yeah I’m the chief
Runnin’ from the police, uh
So much gas I can’t breathe
So much gas I can’t breathe
Look at my diamonds, ice in my fuckin’ [?]
Ice in my piece, ice in my chain
Walk up in the building yeah they know my fuckin’ name (huncho)
Make them [?] the game
Diamonds swang heavy metal
You niggas ain’t havin’ clout, what the hell you talkin’ bout
Spray ya, then it air it out
What you talkin’ bout Take
What you talkin’ bout Take
Got the cookies almost baked?
Me and Cookie on a date (Me and Cookie on a date)
Tats on my face
Bad bitch longway
I’m gon’ nut on her face
I’m gon’ nut on that bitch face
I’m gon’ pop a perc
I’m gon off my face
No I can not feel my face
Yeah yeah Drank
Buying a drink and half a pint, yeah yeah saint

Pour a pint, buying out the whole pint
Takeoff go to the mall
Buying out all the [?]
Me and Molly, M&m’s spending all m&ms
Young nigga wanna win
Kick door where I fit in
Bad bitch she gon’ sit in
Drop top tell her get in
Everybody know we winnin’
Double cup sip it
Hennessy I don’t sip it, lemme take another shot
Fuckin’ on a bitch, thot
Got a milli on a watch

Fuckin on a thot, runnin’ from the cops
Yeah I got a half a pop, hundred rounds gettin’ popped
We ain’t never finish shop
Hundred bags in the shop (the bags)
Hundred bags in the shop (the bags)
Gone gone go on’ cop
You know I pull up on you
Pull up on if you wanna
Pull up on em I’mma drop em
Pull up on em bet I pop em’
Pull up on em with the boogers in the watch
Pull up on em and I drop em (the boogers)
Bad bitch in a hotel room suckin’ suckin’ yeah she swallow
Yeah that bitch gonna swallow

(Quavo: hold on change the beat up switch that motherucker up mane switch that motherfucker up switch and swappin’ we ain’t floppin, nah mean)


Float on it, I’mma float on it
Bricks on a boat
Change the beat up, change the beat up

[Travis Scott]
Before you change that beat up
Let em get a La Flame feature
Bout to pull up in a heater
Pull up in two seater
Bun B, smokin’ on cookie tree
Smoking on [?] on my feet
White bitch Coca-Cola
Chirpin’ on a damn Motorola
Sippin’ sippin’ cold soda
Out in the hood
Blowing cash living good (what else)
Eating good, eating your bitch on the wood
Pockets so stuffed, I’m locked in my [?]
On Christmas, feeding the homeless giving goods (yeah)
Rockin’ a bub, niggas moving in a rush
Blowing kush on the bus
You don’t live like us
Sippin’ on act you drink tuss (Act) Actavis
? we in a rush
We old collecting the rust (lean)
Throwing cash got the dust, nigga don’t fuss
Momma told me don’t you cuss, bitch shut
Hit a bitch in her butt, then I be up
Then pass the bitch to Quavo, then I’mma pipe the bitch up

Runnin’ round the whole city, [?] pop a bitty
Bad bitch fuckin’ wit me, I told that bitch show some titties
Young nigga I’mma get it, money stackin’ to the cieling
I’mma stack a whole fifty, I’mma stack a whole milli
I’mma ride, I pull up, feelin’ like Meek Milly
Everybody know we [?]
Shoutout Trayvon hoodie
Everybody know we gettin’ it, drop top in the winter

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