SOPRANO

My tongue is a (What?) Weapon

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

Actuate the Reverend (Brrr)

Angels on the line

Shootin' up to heaven (Where we goin'?)

Lucifer sings in soprano

Fallen angels listenin' to Zeppelin

Your momma told you not to (What!)

Listen to secular music

The Devil's in the trap

Automatic weapons singing like tubas

Black Sabbath on vinyl

AC/DC in the summer

Killa Cam' in the winter

This is what you always wanted (Ooh)

Turn the degrees to 100 (Ooh)

This is what you always wanted (Ooh)

Turn the degrees to 100

(Hey man, turn on the AC, it's hot in here!)

Yeah!

Crank that, crank that bitch to a million (A million!)

Turn that bitch to a million (A million!)

Direct your hands to the ceilin' (Hold on, hold on)

Crank that, crank that bitch to a million (A million!)

Turn that bitch to a million (A million!)

Direct your hands to the ceilin' (Hold on, hold on)

How them flames end up on the ceilin', huh?

Burn down the roof, make 'em all say

Jump out the trap, go grill that, huh (Huh)

Jump out the coup, four wheel that, huh (Huh)

Ski mask and boots, make them steal that, huh (Huh)

Run up on the same trap, dumpin' like

Throw the **** 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 (Ooh)

You ain't the king of the land (Huh)

Sleepin' like keepers of Xans

I wake you up, you've been stuck in a trance

I air you out like a million of fans (Yeah)

I crank it up like you singin' sopran'

Crank that, crank that bitch to a million (A million!)

Turn that bitch to a million (A million!)

Direct your hands to the ceilin' (Hold on, hold on)

Crank that, crank that bitch to a million (A million!)

Turn that bitch to a million (A million!)

Direct your hands to the ceilin' (Hold on, hold on)

How the fuck am I supposed to breathe

When there's so much bullshit all around?

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

And baddest bitches, world renowned (What else?)

Mix that like it's jambalaya

Serve that to the masses ****, how profound (Hell nah!)

Somethin' ain't right

Tastin' too sweet when I had the first bite

Cook in the kitchen with numerous knives

808's sauce 'em up though I like spice

Based to the God with that wonton soup

Migos just added the wonton rice

Now you can't get enough, eat 'em all up

Hit 'em with the quick tummy tuck (Yeah!)

(Ooh, so you just slappin' ****?)

(Pullin' cards? Takin' it to a new level, huh?)

(Aight!)

Crank that, crank that bitch to a million (A million!)

Turn that bitch to a million (A million!)

Direct your hands to the ceilin' (Hold on, hold on)

Crank that, crank that bitch to a million (A million!)

Turn that bitch to a million (A million!)

Direct your hands to the ceilin' (Hold on, hold on)

Ooh, testify (Yeah, yeah)

Escapin' the flames (Yeah, yeah)

Momma said testify! (Yeah)

Crank that