Avalanche Lyrics – Migos
Avalanche Lyrics
Poppa was a rolling stone but now, I got rolling stones in the bezel ice, Momma at home all alone hustling, Trying to keep this shit together momma, Young n***a smoking on gas, I’m living 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 bitch ever try to filet me huh, 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 fuck shit fuck shit, I think that my skills getting better getting better, With a stick come in peace mandela mandela, I’m willing 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 ain’t no cap no facade, Young rich and black and we gon’, Beat the charge we gone, I’m spending cash no card, I’m liking her natural ass no fraud yeah, If she got a fake ass of course girl ain’t nothin’, Wrong with enhancing it’s yours, From the back from the back we enjoy it soo, 100 rack i’ma attack with my boys attack, Got the clip walking out we be showin’ showin’, Anybody check clout we be knowin’ clout, In and out in and out we be goin’ goin’, 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.
I spend my mill’s on the crib matching, Cover myself f&n is my shit cover, I spent dime go run you a drill dime, If you do the time come home to a meal time, Double my seal double sign another deal sign, G6 pills g money give me chills chills, I make the bitch hit her knees she kneel bitch, I make the stick hit when i’m in the field stick, I made your bitch lick it up like ew uhh.
Spend 100 racks on the teeth not a grill racks, Lookin’ at your diamonds on your neck ain’t real who, N***a you a bitch let the draco kill bitch, Heard what i said heard, Spinnin’ your block every day, Til’ your dead spin spin, Live on the edge codeine my meds codeine, Open your legs legs i fuck with, My stick in the bed rrraow.
We shootin’ not fighting like craig bow, Bad bitches they dm they still in my thread 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 ow, M.I.G.O n***a that’s the set migo, Fuck that p.o. i’ma just pay it who.
White glass in my lambo it look like its albino, I hit your bitch she say “ouch” hit a high note ouch, I’m richie rich like lionel richie rich, Count your blessings don’t worry about the rival hey, Grandma told me “go read the bible” grandma, Should’ve listened still look at the sky though sky, Sifter sippin’ this not the moscato sifter sippin’, Bitch i’m gifted i’m smokin’ gelato bitch i’m gifted.
We been the n***as that steppin’, We came in the do’ and they takin’, The flow call it repo bite, My dog he gon’ bite no chico grrr, Get hit with the draco and make him with rico brrr, Ain’t shopping rodeo, You wanna see the 3 migos then turn on your vivo vivo, The wraith colored mayo white.
And the cheese like i ate a bag of some cheeto’s 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’ that static, Tell that boy go get a new phone brrring, Out in bel-air copped a new home new home, Avalanche with the blue stone ice.
I’m the shit can’t find a fit my neck is a fridge, The rings and wrists i retro’d the kicks, Ain’t givin’ no kiss i’m givin’ her dick, You staring 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 asked me to pay for the ass to get lifted, I told her i’m better of getting 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 through 230 a cup of that purple, Put ice in my drink just to keep on chill lean, Fuck all that talk you ain’t been in the field nah, Open my bank account and it give me chills chills.
Avalanche Song Info:
| Song: | Avalanche |
| Singer(s): | Migos |
| Musician(s): | Migos |
| Lyricist(s): | Migos |
| Label(©): | Migos |