Soprano

My tongue is a (what) weapon

40 caliber shootin' at the heavens (do-do-do-do-do)

Actuate the reverend

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

Black sabbath on vinyl, ac/dc in the summer

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!

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

Jump out the trap, go grill that, huh

Jump out the coupe, four-wheel that, huh

Ski mask and boots, make 'em steal that, huh

Run up on the same trap, dumpin’ like

Throw the nigga inside the van, uh

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

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

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

Hit 'em with the quick tummy tuck

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

Escapin' the flames

Mama said testify

Crank that