Migos – Jealousy Lyrics
So niggas wanna hate on me
So niggas wanna pile on me
They jealous and they envy me
‘Cause I’m really who they wanna be
I ain’t never did a sneak diss
Call my hit man quick to put you on the hit list
I guess they mad ‘cause we young and rich
I guess they mad ‘cause we fucked they bitch
First off B.I.G. may you rest in peace
Killed my nigga Pac and Biggie over jealousy
Vegetarian shooter, he don’t care ‘bout the celery
Hollow to that sang it for you, here, feel the melody
Niggas come alone while I’m on vacation in Beverly
Offset told me press them buttons like the game of Jeopardy
I’m passing it, niggas wanna hit me for my necklaces
Diamonds VVS, bet that jewel was out for sale
You either respect it, don’t like it, we take it
You fuck niggas try me, my nigga gold records
Never will you catch me naked, young man hissing, give me the weapon
Stuffing the foot, nigga, out, with thousand dollar Giuseppes
Boss shit, only boss niggas, them asses
So niggas wanna hate on me
So niggas wanna pile on me
They jealous and they envy me
‘Cause I’m really who they wanna be
I ain’t never did a sneak diss
Call my hit man quick to put you on the hit list
I guess they mad ‘cause we young and rich
I guess they mad ‘cause we fucked they bitch
Hey, holla, holla, we’ll take off here
My brother, take off all your trouble
I’m hitting these niggas in Versace jacket, that’s an 1800 dollar sweater
I’m getting that cheddar, my life is so better
Fuck nigga, man, ‘cause I’m a trendsetter
They ain’t got rocks, I’m looking at your pebble
I’m rocking this stage like I get heavy metal
I got the ether like none, I’m strapped away, ammo and bombs
I’m telling my nigga go get you because of the money, they itching, they pause
Prrrm doom doom that’s a hundred round draw
I send ‘em, ain’t touching my mouth
Asking my Lord to forgive me because He know the wrong that I done
So niggas wanna hate on me
So niggas wanna pile on me
They jealous and they envy me
‘Cause I’m really who they wanna be
I ain’t never did a sneak diss
Call my hit man quick to put you on the hit list
I guess they mad ‘cause we young and rich
I guess they mad ‘cause we fucked they bitch
Fuck nigga you saying we dissing
Mistletoe chopper, them bullets, come kiss ‘em
Don’t enter our lot without no permission
Leaving ‘em standing like chainless
Got niggas that come for your chimney
Like the Grinch that stole Christmas
Did a 8 month sentence, I did it, came home to the richest
You niggas ain’t relevant, pussy, they pecking that
Mellon, off with a veteran, and a pack on they measurements
You niggas got so much jealousy, I pick the pistol with felonies
Nigga, I’mma have to teach you a lesson
Hit that with a Smith & Wesson, hang about that ‘cause this shit is depressing
So niggas wanna hate on me
So niggas wanna pile on me
They jealous and they envy me
‘Cause I’m really who they wanna be
I ain’t never did a sneak diss
Call my hit man quick to put you on the hit list
I guess they mad ‘cause we young and rich
I guess they mad ‘cause we fucked they bitch