Migos – Cammando Lyrics


They said it was called the trapBut on the north side we call it the bando

Yeen’ know

Naw for real

All my niggas turn to Rambo or commando

We the first ones that came up with the bando

Talking ‘bout you got the Act but what they goin’ for

I’m bout to start extorting niggas for that Migo flow

We the ones that really came in with the kicking doors

Same niggas brought Versace to the centerfold

Take off on the plug, I hit him with the finger roll

If you can buy the car then why the fuck you rent it for

All of my niggas they ready to get you and hit you and flip you

And never leave no witnesses to see you

And if you, thinkin’ ‘bout calling your mommy, your daddy, your brother, your sister

That chopper hit you, having a seizure

I been teaching niggas lingo like I’m a teacher

Mamacita, she looking like a picture of Mona Lisa

Fucked ‘em up with the dab, so we goin’ up on the feature

All of my bitches they piped up and conceited

Ta-Ta-Takeoff

All rose gold on, call it Rose Bowl

I got the key and the game on lock like a cheat code

Fuck a bad bitch, I’m fucking with the fleek hoes

And I’d never give my soul up for a bankroll

Niggas get lucky standing right there by the rainbow

No rain though, I’m in the Yung Rich Nation raincoat

Good aim though, that red dot right up at your Kangol

Looking in my DM and I see your main ho

You know we the ones that came up with the bando

Them boys talking ‘bout the boards on the windows

When you trapping keep a shooter at the front door

Fuck, 12!, running out the back door

The ring on my pinky is bigger than a globe

Skippa Da Flippa done flipped a nigga, never fold

Piping up in front of your bitch, you get elbowed

Ping pong, hit a nigga with the ring on

Yung Rich Nation jeans on, it’s your theme song

So many pints in my crib, it’s a lean home

I’m so high I just need a wall to lean on

Phone home, get so stoned when we gone

Cookie smoking, the ozone, rich snowcone

Mink, it cost five, I leave the coat on

Bitch time to get your roll on

Clap a nigga with the Ric Flair robe on

Hold on

All my niggas turn to Rambo or commando

We the first ones that came up with the bando

Talking ‘bout you got the Act but what they goin’ for

I’m bout to start extorting niggas for that Migo flow

We the ones that really came in with the kicking doors

Same niggas brought Versace to the centerfold

Take off on the plug, I hit him with the finger roll

If you can buy the car then why the fuck you rent it for

All of my niggas they ready to get you and hit you and flip you

And never leave no witnesses to see you

And if you, thinkin’ ‘bout calling your mommy, your daddy, your brother, your sister

That chopper hit you, having a seizure

I been teaching niggas lingo like I’m a teacher

Mamacita, she looking like a picture of Mona Lisa

Fucked ‘em up with the dab, so we goin’ up on the feature

All of my bitches they piped up and conceited

Offset!

Semi-automatic out the window of the Caddy

I know this shit is tragic, toss your bitch up like a salad

Walk up in the Mansion, I just made a money pilin’

Trappin’ out the bando, selling crack up in the alley

I sent my young niggas, I got Foo with the tool

Contemplating should I drop a four or drop a deuce

Heard you a real slick looking for a good lick

But my niggas ain’t going for the bullshit

I got the stick, nigga don’t trip

Nigga run up in your house and tying up your bitch

Boot up that bitch in the morning on grits

J’s at the bando in the morning, got to fix

I’m sitting on the pedestal, my diamonds look impeccable

Your bitch sucking my dick just like an edible

Make her take a physical like medical

Fucking bitches over, she like it’s a miracle

You niggas don’t even know I got some pain in me

Missing my grandma, wish she could sing to me

A lot of dirt I did, I got some shame in me

When I’m pulling up I drop the brain on it

Came in the game with the fashion statement

We dropped Versace, the fame it came quick

Got to stay focused, consistent, don’t quit

Brick on my wrist and it make me a lick

All my niggas turn to Rambo or commando

We the first ones that came up with the bando

Talking ‘bout you got the Act but what they goin’ for

I’m bout to start extorting niggas for that Migo flow

We the ones that really came in with the kicking doors

Same niggas brought Versace to the centerfold

Take off on the plug, I hit him with the finger roll

If you can buy the car then why the fuck you rent it for

All of my niggas they ready to get you and hit you and flip you

And never leave no witnesses to see you

And if you, thinkin’ ‘bout calling your mommy, your daddy, your brother, your sister

That chopper hit you, having a seizure

I been teaching niggas lingo like I’m a teacher

Mamacita, she looking like a picture of Mona Lisa

Fucked ‘em up with the dab, so we goin’ up on the feature

All of my bitches they piped up and conceited

Quavo

The way they took a nigga’s dab I want to smack a nigga

Knock a nigga’s lights out, uncle whack a nigga

These niggas made out of plastic like a action figure

I can’t kick it with your bitch, I ain’t no Falcon’s kicker

Young nigga in the hood eating Honey-sicles

I’ma send your ho a text with the purple pickle

Nigga I ain’t gotta flex, I’m a real nigga

I know niggas in the bando still trapping nickles

Pop a perc, you think I’m Marshawn eating Skittles

Everybody still comparing Migos to the Beatles

Who the fuck you think you scaring with that lil Nina?

Call my niggas and they pulling up like Al-Qaeda

Damn I mean Al-Qaeda, spray ‘em like a firefighter

For fucking with the albino, feeling like Mekhi Phifer

Niggas having ghostwriters, stripes like I’m Tony Tiger

Migo gang the three igniters, then they try to doubt us

I know you remember the titans

I know we got the touch like we work for Midas

Light my cookie with the purple in it like the Vikings

Came from a long road, you the one that starts hitchhiking

I pour a glass of water ‘cause you wanna pop a Vicodin

I open up the door, she said damn my mans you’re frightening

Spikes on my shoe, yeah I’m Christian Lou, Mike-ing it

Where’s Quavo? Bitch I’m in another continent

Editor: Money0819

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