Might

Lyrics

[Intro: Fendi P] Eastside [Verse 1: Fendi P] Might pull up, ten trucks, all black Might perform on stages strapped Might just board the plane with Pack While all these niggas do is cap Might go back post front the trap Might just go back front my cousin Might be too strong, might wan' cut it Might go Monte, Regal, Cutlass Might go LS, swap the motor Might be VS, might just show ya Might just hit the plug for yola Might finesse, might sell him soda Might relocate south the border Ship it, address, out the Carter Might just microwave the quarter You just might wan' place your order [Verse 2: I'sis] Might pull up, coupe fast as fuck Then fucked around, and ran it Might clear the scene, they backing up Might fight a bit if the acting up Might pop a bitch, if she actin tough Might slice the bitch if I don't get enough Might whip it up, might add the cut Might add the ice, my dirty cup Might fuck around, might switch it up Might pull up stuntin' somethin' hard as as fuck Might wear the Rollie when I cook it up Might change the game, how I'm comin' up Might wear my chains on the tour bus Might be heavy, it's enormous Might fuck up money, might get it back Might ride around with a hundred racks [Verse 3: G Style] Might come plain-Jane Sky Dweller Fifty on the wrist Might come F&N GN5 Depend on how I feel Might come patent leather J's Might come patent leather Pradas Might come throw ten thousand dollars She gon' do it for a baller Might do a ménage with her and Nicki (Her and Nicki) Might pull a coupe off the lot, show you how I'm livin' (How I'm livin') Huh Might go dumb this whole summer Might go stupid all winter Might do Aspen for the winter Might not ever stop gettin it [Verse 4: Curren$y] Might give that bitch back to you Might divide amongst the crew White Impala, interior blue Wipe me down like Boosie-boo Hoppin' out, like, bitch, who you Poppin' collars, khaki suits Might go old, I might go new Might go four door, might go two Might not answer for that hoe no more You might wan' get a clue Bitch, recognise we through I might pull up, nah, I'm cool I can't get loot with fools I don't don't wear them trendy shoes I don't like them giant boots Might go OG Jordan 2's [Verse 5: Black Cobain] Might just sell your bitch some clothes Might just sell your bitch some [?] Might just do Miami for a month I might just do a week Might slide through the hood and roll a za I might not see police But if we see polices creep Might just swerve the block and leave Might just hit the booty club Might just throw a thousand ones Might order lemon-peppers wings I might just hit your both for fun Never hit her line again I might go and buy a gun I might put a switch on mine You hear that brrrrr, you better run [Verse 6: Fiend] Might be rich, I'm far from poor Selling za, flipping quotes Might got a little difficult But we don't get mad, we get the dough Might catch a flight overseas Bora Bora or Belize Greece beaches and smokin' trees Dual citizenship if you got that cheese I might open up a bunny ranch If the product good they be comin' back Might be the best idea I had had Since the white packs with the funny stamps Might be the G-O-A-T Flows dope, hooks are coco leaves Yeah, I might front you some groceries With the extra eight, so you know it's me Jones, Jets Iron Gang