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