SOPRANO

My tongue is a (What) weapon 40 caliber shootin' at the heavens (Do-do-do-do-do) Actuate the reverend (Brrt) Angels on the line shootin' up to Heaven (Where we goin'?) Lucifer sings in soprano Fallen angels listenin' to Zeppelin Yo' mama told you not to (What?) Listen to secular music, the Devil's in the trap Automatic weapons singin' like tubas Killa Cam in the winter, this is what you always wanted Turnin' degrees to 100 This is what you always wanted Turnin' degrees to 100 "Ayy, man, turn on the AC, it's hot in here! (Yeah!)" Crank that (Crank) Crank that bitch to a million (A million) Turn that bitch to a million (A million) Direct your hands to the ceiling (Brrt, hold on, hold on) Crank that (Crank, crank) Crank that bitch to a million (A million) Turn that bitch to a million (A million) Direct your hands to the ceiling (Hold on, hold on, say) How them flames end up on the ceiling, huh? Burn down the roof, make 'em all say ("Ah!") Jump out the trap, go grill that, huh (Huh) Jump out the coupe, four-wheel that, huh (Skrrt) Ski mask and boots, make 'em steal that, huh Run up on the same trap, dumpin' like ("Ah!") Throw the nigga inside the van, uh (Yeah) Tie him up, his feets and hands, uh He was walkin' 'round like Godzilla He didn't know this ain't Japan (No way) You ain't the dapper of Dan (Ooh) You ain't the king of the land (Huh) Sleepin' like keepers and Xans I wake you up, you been stuck in a trance I air you out like a million of fans I crank it up like you singing sopran' Crank that Crank that bitch to a million (A million) Turn that bitch to a million (A million) Direct your hands to the ceiling (Brrt, hold on, hold on) Crank that (Crank, crank) Crank that bitch to a million (A million) Turn that bitch to a million (A million) Direct your hands to the ceiling (Hold on, hold on, say) How the fuck am I supposed to breathe When there's so much bullshit all around? (You can't) Trappin', trappin' got you trapped But it's okay because the beat got a bangin' sound (That's real) Gunna man, hunnid grams, hunnid grand The baddest bitch is world-renowned (What else?) Mix that like it's jambalaya Serve that the masses, nigga, how profound (Hell no) Somethin' ain't right Tastin' too sweet when I had the first bite (Huh) Cook in the kitchen with numerous knives (Cook) 808 sauce, I'ma throw it like spice Based to the God with that "Wonton Soup" Migos just added the wonton rice Now you can't get enough (No) Eat 'em all up (Uh) Hit 'em with the quick tummy tuck ("Yeah!") "Ooh, so you just slappin' niggas? Pullin' cards? Taking it to a new level, huh? A'ight!" Crank that Crank that bitch to a million (A million) Turn that bitch to a million (A million) Direct your hands to the ceiling (Hold on, hold on) Crank that (Crank, crank) Crank that bitch to a million (A million) Turn that bitch to a million (A million) Direct your hands to the ceiling (Hold on, hold on, ah!) Ooh, testify (Yeah, yeah) Escapin' the flames (Yeah, yeah) Mama said testify (Yeah) Crank that ("Ah!")