Migos - Crime Stoppers lyrics

rate me

Ft. Young Thug and Skippa Da Flippa

(Intro: Young Thug)

Thugger! Thugger! Migos!

Bring them bales, bring that cookie, cocaola

Woah, I thought I told ya, told ya

(Hook: Young Thug)

She so not playing, she gon' stop it

I'm so fly like helicopters

Tune the car up like a doctor

Muthafuck all the crime stoppers

Eat her inside like a lobster

Chrome Heart glasses, Harry Potter

Actavis in baby bottle

Balmain's on me like a model

I don't wanna have a problem

I won't ever ever bother

I won't watch it, ain't a stalker

Looking down at these imposters

Hurricane whip wit my father

Hurricane whip wit my daughter

I'm living life like a mobster

I serve that kush like a Rasta

(Verse: Quavo)

Quavo! He looking like he a robber (he looking)

I call my niggas to pop up (go get 'em)

Watch out for snakes and koalas (watch 'em)

Cuz a nigga might sing like the opera (singing)

I got yo hoe on my roster (yo hoe)

No styrofoam, we drink out the bottle (drank)

My niggas came from the bottom (my niggas)

Yo niggas not eating, they starving (aye!)

Play wit the keys like Marvin (woo!)

Migos the maniac, Thugger the arson (slat!)

I beg yo pardon (bitch!)

If ya want the gas then we got a garden (gas!)

I'm wit my woe like New Orleans (woe!)

Trailblaze the money like Portland (money!)

I make my hoes do orgies (woo!)

Camera's in my room, ya know it's recordin' (movie!)

2,000 just for the sneakers (2,000)

My mom used to trap out the beeper (brrr!)

Ya might think yo hoe a keeper (yo hoe)

Till you see the way we treat her (smash!)

When I put the dope in my hands (dope!)

Ya neva gon' see it again (magic!)

I see that ya fake through my lenses (fake!)

I feel like breaking Offset out the pen'

(Verse 2: Offset)

Offset! They broke me out of the pen'

Back at it again, dressed in Louboutin

I hopped in the Benz, I put on my lens

I put my ice on my neck, flooded, I'm drenched

Right before Christmas they let out the Grinch

I hug on my mama, I pick up my prints

They slipped, the pistols they found had no prints

I'm back to the balling like Jeremy Lin

The Lambo no burning, not makin' no sense (Lambo)

Pinky ring like I'm a pimp (pinky ring)

Work yo hoe out like a gym (work her out)

That chopper give ya Adele temp, fade

She know Offset is a baller (baller)

We sipping Actavis like water

I'm still a savage, run up wit some caution (savage)

Put yo ass up for an auction

Pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up (pipe it up!)

Dabbing in Balenciaga

Shitting on bitches and pissin' on niggas

It looks like I'm skiin' wit these Gucci goggles

And ain't nothing changed, we still got the yoppa

Still got them birds singing like it's an opera (brrr!)

Standin' on couches, dabbing up in Opera

Yo diamonds are cloudy, yo gold look like copper

(Hook)

(Verse 3: Takeoff & Skippa da Flippa)

Takeoff! Dressed in a suit like a mobster (mob)

For the bitches, my nigga, turn to a monster (hurr)

Catching plays in the bando like Alge Crumpler (catching plays)

Fuck a nigga's bitch, they call me Brian Pumper (smash)

Nineth grade I did it, had cookies stuffed down in my locker

It ain't my fault, nigga, no Silk Da Shocker

I dab so hard that I need me an Oscar

Oh eight I dropped out, I slam dunk like Vince Carter

When ya trap, gotta be smarter, diamonds water

These niggas do not go harder

Me and Skippa da Flippa, we switch-a-roo bitches

We fucking that bitch one time and ya gon' spoil her

It's a fifty on me, walking wit a wad (money!)

Just copped a hunnid round stuffed wit some hollows

I go buy ten pints and ya go buy a bottle

If I go in my safe I'll be counting 'til tomorrow

I got a Wells Fargo stashed up in my cargo

Ya niggas Felicia, ya niggas gon' borrow (bye Felicia)

My double cup got the color of purple

And I beat the pot like I'm Hoppo (bih!)

This here's clean

And it don't take a scientist to see ya drinking Karo (swear!)

I drop a four in a Faygo

Pull out the chopper and make 'em dance, call it tango (Flippa!)

(Hook)

(Verse 4: Young Thug)

She not gon' play, she gon' run that money up

And give it to Thugga

I'ma pull up on her wearin' three layers

I'm dressed like a motherfucking robba (swag)

I feel amazin', ya know I go Brazy

Ya know I don't play 'bout no commas

I sell some more green, I smoke on some more green

I look like a motherfucking forest, forest!

Come to the Kroger for groceries, more in it, more in it

So bad she got her direction from Superhead (what!) I know it, eh, eh

Coward shit, ya talk to the towers and internet

Bitch I'm so on it, it (on it) I'm counting it

I'm seeing right through ya , little bitch ya should've got the presi-tint (fuck it)

Yeah, she 'bout it, she 'bout it

She drop it, she 'bout it, she 'bout it (she 'bout it, she 'bout it)

Yeah I'm just a player, ya not milk, ya not cowing (swear to God)

She don't need no talk cuz my jewelry be showering (I swear)

I spent like 50 bands on that bitch, I was scouting it

(Hook)