Malibu Lyrics by Migos ft. Polo G is latest English song with music is given by Migos and song lyrics also written by Migos, Polo G.
Malibu Song Lyrics
Buss down y’know what I’m sayin’
Producer Tag: Poo You A Fool For This One
Hey Hey Hey
I bought me a drop drop
I’m switchin’ out hoes and thots switch out the thots
I Richie’d the watch Richie
I made me an M on the spot M on the spot
I took 25 hoes in Malibu on my yacht 25 hoes
I got 25 M’s in the bank no cap no lie certified
Run up an M ain’t tripping run it up
Chrome Hearts cross I’m Christian Chrome Hearts
Sippin’ on dirt no whiskey dirt
Bought me a spurt big Bentley spurt
I’m from the Nawf put a hole in your boss
And then call me a lil’ bitty 50 50 ball
I bought a ‘Cat with a wide body back
Take it out to burn out and go fishing skrrt hey
You did this shit with handouts it wasn’t no help
If you think I’d cross and take my mans out just killed so
In the trenches 40 on my hip I had to fix my belt
Can’t listen to critics ’cause they can’t relate to shit I felt
Chrome Hearts Fendi prints shopping sprees expensive shit
Hennesy she getting lit hoes in three’s splitting dick
Six deep in Suburbans totin’ felonies we with this shit
Catch a op get the stick bodies drop flip the switch
Hit Rodeo splurgin’ fuck a price tag we rich as shit
Drip so hard on purpose diamonds no flaws make niggas sick
In that two-door swervin’ screamin’ fuck ’em all ’cause niggas switched
Just better not be lurkin’ cause this 40 glock gon’ give ’em kiss
Hey
I’m fresh out the kitchen hey
My watch is 350
The glock hold a 50
The mafia sticky let’s get it
The paperwork says that you snitchin’ rat’
I call him like listen an extra 250 bought him
He stankin’ somebody shitted stank
He a demon at heart so he wit’ it demon
He gon’ blank on the Percocet kill him blank
Gotta pay me five M that’s the minimum five
Green emerald Patek it’s limited Patek
My stick is dramatic it’s critical dramatic
I roll up the Gary with Cereal Gary
Big Cullinan orange interior Cullinan
You know that my gang ain’t goin’ whoo
Fuck cash got rent on my arm ow
Door dash we come out we gone boom
He dead in the street call the coroner dead
Young nigga playin’ for keep keeps
Step on the ops and we rock ’em to sleep step on them
I pop a Xan to sleep
I’m really wishing my man could breathe my mans
It’s only the man and me
God forgive me this man deceased God
We’ll cut off your hands come see me hey
We score on the ops by 3
Wide body spinnin’
Come out of the dealer soo
Look at your boy
Not your average nigga nah
Who on the mound?
It’s Quavo the pitcher
I’m pitching out bullets
That chopper don’t miss bow bow bow
I don’t even fuck wit’ ya bitch ass nigga no
Out the basement but the gang ain’t tippin’
Left hand shot from the top like who? who?
Left hand shot from the top like Fisher
Hold that chopper on my shoulder like a Fendi belt yeah
Two point five all this jewelry
Stand to close you’ll freeze to death freeze
This lil’ bitch vision blurry
So she can’t even see herself nah
Suckin’ dick and flying Spirit
Baby you need to free yourself free
It’s a phone number
What you seeing in that digi scale yes
Take the shake that’s the bait
Finesse em’ then we outta there yeah
State to state we created all kind of clientele yeah
You know we great can’t debate the generation we all created
I got 25 plus in the bank no goddamn lie M&M’s
Don’t talk about the stash but you know
I brag a nigga end up he gon’ die bow
Hit in the eye brrr brrr hit with the fire
in the kitchen while counting my chicken
I put my wrist in and I’m breaking the pot
Movin’ the dope can’t break in the spot move
I hit the lot and I leave with a lot
Stop by the block and I sold me a block serve
I poured a drop I was sitting in a drop drink
Back in the day blew the bag on a thot
Now we investing watches and stock hot
How the fuck that shit cost a ticket
I don’t see ice in that watch? where?
I done been rich like
Roddy all of my niggas will send you the box where?
I got the stick ops
I told you that we gon’ make it like the LOX I told you
I can’t kick it with the ops no
We never went missing we just were chilling watching niggas
all from the top look at em’
I know that I’m great so give me my props
Written by: Migos , Polo G
Malibu Song Info:
| Song: | Malibu |
| Singer(s): | Migos, Polo G |
| Musician(s): | Migos |
| Label(©): | Migos |
