Migos – What's Brackin lyrics

[Chorus: Juice wrld]
I've been a crip every day, what's brackin'?
I fuck your bitch everyday, what's brackin'?
Came in the club with a k, what's brackin'?
Niggas know I put the k and crack him
Look at my money, it's everlastin'
Me and my niggas, we young and wildin'
Y'all talkin' tough, he ain't know nothin'
My niggas silent, ain't really violent
I ain't go to school or graduate college
When I got a car, it got good mileage
And I got a house, big ass mansion
Something for all the lil' thots to dance in
I remember scrapin' the pots, yeah
Cannot forget 'bout the pot, yeah
I had rings in my socks, yeah
Remember, I was servin' your pops, yeah

[Verse 1: Juice wrld]
R.I.P. To my pops, yeah, even though he ain't do much, uh
Guess I still miss him alot, yeah, so I got our memories tucked away R.I.P. To my opps, yeah, just pissed on their graves the other day
If they catch me, they won't hesitate
So I got my hand on my nine today, uh
I bet I bust it, ain't no discussion, I make a nigga hyperventilate
I fuck on a thot, ain't no comin', she bust it open
Then I'm bustin' all over her face
These groupie bitches they be scandalous
Come with a rubber, I'ma penetrate
I took a goodie on a dinner date
I'm up for really, I just fuck the face
I keep a few millies stashed away
Run it down, it's like a castaway
Triple 9 nigga, that's the wave
You be on the 'Gram, who can ever repay?
I got all my shit and my paper straight
Don't got a gun, you get hit with the razor blade
Shoot for the stars, I've been throwin' up fadeaways
Fed with the drum, then come pave the way
Heavily armed, if you make 'em levitate...

*Lyrics from Snippet 2*

[Verse: Juice wrld]
... Came out the one...
... Pussy don't play with me, chains on my arms
This is not slavery, diamonds and charms
My wrists on super freeze, feel like Lebron
I've just been scorin', hit on rewind
Real white tourin', life is fun
Niggas wanna hate, grab me a gun
Send him up to heaven, losin' his life

[Chorus: Juice wrld and Offset]
I've been a crip every day, what's brackin'?
I fuck your bitch everyday, what's brackin'?
Came in the club with a k, what's brackin'?
Niggas know I put the k and crack him
Look at my money, it's everlastin'
Me and my niggas, we young and wildin'
Y'all talkin' tough, he ain't know nothin'
My niggas silent, ain't really violent
I ain't go to school or graduate college
When I got a car, it got good mileage
And I got a house, big ass mansion
Something for all the lil' thots to dance in (Woo, hey)
I remember scrapin' the pots, yeah (Skrrt)
Cannot forget 'bout the pot, yeah (Yeah)
I had rings in my socks, yeah (Woo)
Remember, I was servin' your pops, yeah

[Verse 2: Offset]
I put baguettes in my watch, what's happenin'? (Huh?)
Set up my shop in the bando (Yessir)
Million on millions, I man (Man)
I get the kill, take the scope, it's gon' damage
I took your bitch home, yeah I slam it
Then I get in the pot, whip up salmon (Fire)
If I catch you out with the Glock, hold him ransom (Uh)
Advance him, go...