Mediterranean Lyrics - Quality Control

Ricky Racks 

That's a groupie, bye bitch 

Copped the coupe, that's my bitch 

We got sticks, we pop shit 

Look at these diamonds biting 

Freakazoid chain on lightning 

Wedding band rings ain't wife shit, uh 

Nigga we'll bomb shit, ISIS 

47 at the end where the knife is 

Brick and a half where the pipe is, uh 

Jetway, runway with the big face 

SK, gunplay, get a temp fade 

Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah the gang way (Offset) 

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I gotta tell the truth 

I was expected to lose 

I had to pay my dues, yeah 

All of these chains on me 

I brought the gang with me 

Put on the plain Phillipe, yeah 

Pop that seal, hop off on a Lear 

How I feel, my mama wrist on trill 

Watch your daughter before she disappear 

'Cause I'm her father, I take care all my kids 

Splurge on 'em, look at them curbs on 'em 

Swerve the corners, she callin' it spur of the moment 

Packin' the shit, packin' the, packin' the dick in the bitch 

Oh, that is your bitch, I do not wanna just hit on her, leave 

You niggas be talkin' like bitches, it's pitiful, pitiful, makin' me sick 

We pull out these choppers, start poppin', need critical, critter not makin' it's trip 

I, wrap up a brick like a gift and I send it delivered 

Oh you gotta survive, you lie, you live in the field 

No, no nigga alive can scare me, God is my shield 

Rode around the Nawfside givin' out hundreds of bills 

Some of my soldiers ain't survive, I never thought niggas be killed 

Look at my shows, my fans are live, the thrill is givin' me chills 

Photos 

That's a groupie, bye bitch 

Copped the coupe, that's my bitch 

We got sticks, we pop shit 

Look at these diamonds biting 

Freakazoid chain on lightning 

Wedding band rings ain't wife shit, uh 

Nigga we'll bomb shit, ISIS 

47 at the end where the knife is 

Brick and a half where the pipe is, uh 

Jetway, runway with the big face 

SK, gunplay, get a temp fade 

Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah the gang way 

On the road, chocolate thunder, big rocks, royal rumble 

Turned her out to a runner, yeah (alright) 

Jumpin' out of the jungle, bring 'em in by the bundle 

Goin' in for the summer, hey 

Wallet change like the cash 

Forty clip make you do the forty yard dash 

Don't you hold nothing back (alright) 

Rubberband pop it, make you pop the whole ass, yeah 

Make me relocate (straight up) 

Told me do not play, I do 

Sonic wildin', time to dive in (yeah) 

Backyard of the woods, gotta drive in 

Butterfly the doors and you dive in 

That's a groupie, bye bitch 

Copped the coupe, that's my bitch 

We got sticks, we pop shit 

Look at these diamonds biting 

Freakazoid chain on lightning 

Wedding band rings ain't wife shit, uh 

Nigga we'll bomb shit, ISIS 

47 at the end where the knife is 

Brick and a half where the pipe is, uh 

Jetway, runway with the big face 

SK, gunplay, get a temp fade 

Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah the gang way