Third World

Third world paisa
 I'm turned up 'cause I'm chosen
 I can't die yet
 My wrist ain't frozen
 I'm Migo down we get high then we focus
 I ran it up, put my wrist in the open
 You reach for my chain & catch three to your colon
 Gangsta
 My momma told me fuck the police
 Run them racks up till they break off the lease
 I can put the packs up in a Chevy caprice
 Stuff the cash bust, you then head back to the streets
 I got my head
 Out the window
 Throwing three's up
 Then niggas put that pressure on you gone freeze up
 Bitch hit a corner too fast, I told her ease up
 Ay, damn
 You in the club
 I'm counting up that's why you don't never see us
 Ay, damn
 I know a bitch selling coochie tell a nigga get yo cheese up
 Ay
 Migo get the bread first
 It's new problems when you up make you head hurt
 How you broke take a trip to make your legs work
 If the bitch round me make her legs twerk
 Ay, damm
 I fill my lungs up with gas & put drank in my juice
 My partner got a script
 Pay three-hundred for the deuce
 It's probably five-fifty if he sold the shit to you
 I put the wok in the air just to see what it does
 Ay, damm
 How you're trying to step to me
 Don't, nobody know you
 Ay, damm
 All white like angel dust
 If you ain't trying to die about it, don't bring it up
 I make a bitch do the most to say it ain't enough
 Young nigga riding round with the stainless tucked
 You've been jumped off the porch nigga hang it up
 Woke up choking this morning chain tangled up
 Say I put all my jewelry on just to go to the store
 I ain't even trying to flex, but it's clapped if you don't
 Get my shoes from the back, don't play me like I'm broke
 Ay, damm
 I just ran up a ticket you gatekeeping clothes
 Ay, damm