SOPRANO

My tongue is a What weapon 40 caliber shootin' at the heavens Du du du du du du du Out to wait the, reverend Brr Angels on the line shootin�� at the heavens Where we goin' Lucifer signs in, Soprano Fallen angels listenin' to zeppelin Yo mamma told you not to What Listen to secular music, the devils in the trap Automatic weapon singin�� like tubas Black Sabbath on vinyl ACDC in the summer Killa Cam in the winter This is what you always wanted Turning degrees to 100 This is what you always wanted Turning degrees to 100 Ay man Turn on the AC it's hot in here Yeah Chorus 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, say Verse 1 How them flames end up on the ceiling, huh Burn down the roof, make 'em all say Ah Jump out the cat go grill that, huh Huh Jump out the coupe four-wheel that, huh Skr Ski mask in boots make em steal that, huh Run up on the same trap grab it 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 ate you out like a million of fans I crank it up like you singing Sopran�� Chorus 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, 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 Verse 2 How the fuck am I supposed to breathe when there's so much bullshit all around Trappin�� trappin' got you trappin' It's okay ��cause the beat that I bring is sound Gun a man, hunnid grams, hunnid grand, the baddest bitch is world renowned What else Mix that like it's jump alike, and circuit to the masses Nigga, how profound Hell naw Somethin' ain't right Tastin' too sweet when I had the first bite Huh Cookin' the kitchen with numerous knifes Cook 808 sauce I'ma throw it like spice Bass to the god with that Wonton soup Migos just added that Wonton rice Now you can't get enough Nah Eat em all up Uh Hit em with the quick tummy tuck Yeah Interlude Ooh, so you just slappin' niggas Rollin' cards Taking it to a new level, huh Aight Chorus 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, 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, hah Outro Ooh, testify Yeah, yeah Escaping the flames Yeah Mama said testify Yeah Crank that Ah