DUCKWRTH - SOPRANO Lyrics

My tongue is a (what?) Weapon
40 caliber shootin' at the hecklers (du du du du du du du)
Out to wait the, reverend (brr)
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 devils in the trap
Automatic weapon 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 a hundred
This is what you always wanted
Turnin' degrees to a hundred
Aye 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 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, say (ha)

How them flames end up on the ceiling, huh?
Burn down the roof, make 'em all say (ah!)
Jump out the cat go grill that, huh (huh)
Jump out the coupe four-wheel that, huh (skrrt)
Ski mask in boots make em steal that, huh
Run up on the same trap grab it like (ah!)
Throw the nigga inside the van, uh (yeah)
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 and xans
I wake you up you been stuck in a trance
I ate 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 (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 (ha)

How the f*ck am I supposed to breathe when there's so much bullshit all around?
Trappin' trappin' got you trappin'
It's okay because the beat that I bring is ill (that's real)
Gun a man, hunnid grams, hunnid grand, the baddest bitch is world renowned (what else?)
Mix that like it's jump alike, and circuit to the masses
Nigga, how profound
Hell naw! Somethin' ain't right
Tastin' too sweet when I had the first bite (huh!)
Cookin' the kitchen with numerous knifes (cook)
808 sauce I'ma throw it like spice
Bass to the god with that Wonton soup
Migos just added that Wonton rice
Now you can't get enough (nah)
Eat em all up (uh)
Hit em with the quick tummy tuck (yeah)

Ooh, so you just slappin' niggas?
Rollin' cards
Taking 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 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, ha

Ooh, testify (yeah, yeah)
Escaping the flames (yeah)
Mama said testify (yeah, yeah)
Crank that (ah!)