Avalanche (Explicit)

Avalanche (Explicit) - Migos

Lyrics by：Quavious Keyate Marshall/Kiari Kendrell Cephus/Kirsnick Khari Ball/Daryl McPherson/Norman Whitfield/Barrett Strong

Composed by：Quavious Keyate Marshall/Kiari Kendrell Cephus/Kirsnick Khari Ball/Daryl McPherson/Norman Whitfield/Barrett Strong

Quavo：

Woo

Poppa was a rollin' stone

But now I got rollin' stones in the bezel

Ice

Momma at home all alone hustlin' tryna keep this s**t together

Momma

Young n***as smokin' on gas

I'm livin' too fast my foot on the pedal

Whoo

If I got back to the past

My n***as ain't know we'd be rockin'

Coachella

Hey

If a n***a ever try me or play me

I buy him an iced-out shovel

Ice

Dig ya own grave n***a you played yourself

I put some cash on your schedule

You played yourself

If a b***h ever try to filet me huh

Yeah

I just sit back and let her

She got it

Think she come up of the 'Cho it's whatever

My pockets came with extra cheddar

Go

I can see through the f**k s**t

F**k s**t

I think that my skills gettin' better

Gettin' better

With a stick come in peace Mandela

Mandela

I'm willin' to feed whoever

Who

How can I help you

How

Nobody judge you but God

God

You can watch us beat the odds

Beat it

This is no cap no facade

Young rich and black and we gon' beat the charge

We gon'

I'm spendin' cash no card

I'm likin' her natural a*s no fraud

Yeah

If she got a fake a*s of course

Girl ain't nothin' wrong with enhancin' it's yours

She bad

From the back from the back we enjoy it

Soo

Hunnid rack I'ma attack with my boy

Attack

Got the clip walkin' out we be showin'

Showin'

Anybody check clout we be knowin'

Clout

In and out in and out we be goin'

Go

On a 757 Boeing

Jet

And my AP same size as The Forum

That's big

Better get you some bread where you from

Yeah

Offset：

I spend my mills on the crib

Mansion

Cover myself F&N is my s**t

Cover

I spent a dime go run you a drill

Dime

If you do the time come home to a mill'

Time

Double my seal

Double

Sign another deal

Sign

G6 pills

G

Money gimme chills

Chills

I make the b***h hit her knees she kneel

B***h

I make the stick hit when I'm in the field

Stick

I made your b***h lick it up like "Ew"

Uhh

Spend a hunnid racks on the teeth not a grill

Racks

Lookin' at your diamonds on your neck ain't real

Who

N***a you a b***h let the Draco kill

B***h

Heard what I said

Heard

Spinnin' your block every day 'til you're dead

Spin spin

Live on the edge c*****e my meds

C*****e

Open your legs

Legs

I f**k with my stick in the bed

Rraow

We shootin' not fightin' like Craig

Bow

Bad b***hes they DM they still in my thread

D-DM

They ain't never give us our cred'

Cred'

Patek rose gold with the face ruby red

Ruby

Put a hole in your head not your legs

Hey

Put my hands on her head she a pet

Ah

M-I-G-O n***a that's the set

Migo

F**k that P-O I'ma just pay it

Who

White glass in my Lambo it look like it's albino

I hit your b***h she say "Ouch" hit a high note

Ouch

I'm Richie Rich like Lionel

Richie Rich

Count your blessings don't worry 'bout the rivals

Hey

Grandma told me "Go read the Bible"

Grandma

Shoulda listened still look at the sky though

Sky

Sifter sippin' this not the Moscato

Sifter sippin'

B***h I'm gifted I'm smokin' gelato

B***h I'm gifted

Takeoff：

We been the n***as that steppin'

We came in the door and they takin' the flow call it repo'

Bite

My dog he gon' bite no Chico

Arr

Get hit with the Draco and make him with Rico

Brrt

Ain't shoppin' Rodeo

You wanna see the three Migos then turn on your Vevo

Vevo

The Wraith colored mayo

White

And the cheese like I ate a bag of some Cheetos

Cheese

They must've forgot we the Migos

Forgot

Straight from the Nawf out the bando

Bando

I done been quiet for too long

Too long

I copped that Cuban it's two-toned

Two-toned

I heard he trappin' they tappin' the static

Tell that boy go get a new phone

Brrt

Out in Bel-Air copped a new home

New home

Avalanche with the blue stone

Ice

I am the s**t can't find a fit my neck is a fridge

The rings and wrists I retro the kicks

Ain't givin' no kiss I'm givin' her d**k

You starin' too long like you seen a ghost

So whip out your camera take you a pic'

So when you get home get back on your phone

Zoom in on the flick and look at the drip

She ask me to pay for the a*s to get lifted

I told her "I'm better off gettin' you a Lyft"

Think I'ma put all my trust in a ho with no benefits

Tell her go jump off a cliff

I go two-thirty a cup of that purple

Put ice in my drink just to keep on chill

Lean

F**k all that talk you ain't been in the field

Nah

Open my bank account it give me chills

Chills Takeoff