[Chorus: Migo Domingo]
Migo gang, Migo gang, what you bang?
In the club we thirty deep, fuck n***a play no games
Migo gang, Migo gang, what you claim?
All my n***as bout that check so you better tuck your chain
Migo gang, Migo gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Migo gang, Migo gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang

[Verse 1: Migo Domingo]
Lost Pistol Pete and Mike, they from the gang
Fuck what you claim, all I know is Migo gang
On the north it was insane, put that chopper to your brain
You got beef, we taking aim, take your life just for the name
Tell the whole gang pull up with the choppers
All these damn shots have it loud like the opera
Hit him in the face, too late for the doctor
Everybody in the gang got a nine like Ibaka
Ate a bitch out like a shotta
Only keep shoot first n***as on my roster
40 on my hip, you can tell by my posture
Everybody got hands on my team like a boxer
With Migo gang a n***a earned his stripes on the north
I remember me and Z early morning kicking doors
I’m a savage young n***a, take your life for the gold
Caught a job with the gang, broke a jaw on Cruse road
Hit a lick with my n***a for the pounds but he told
Sitting in the county but I still got ‘em sold
Stacking up the money ‘til it rot like mold
When you in the gang young n***a can’t fold

[Chorus: Migo Domingo]
Migo gang, Migo gang, what you bang?
In the club we thirty deep, fuck n***a play no games
Migo gang, Migo gang, what you claim?
All my n***as bout that check so you better tuck your chain
Migo gang, Migo gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Migo gang, Migo gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang

[Verse 2: Mango Foo]
Migo the gang
No bandana but you know that I bang
Waka Flocka ‘cause I stay with that flame
Pull up on your block, make you tuck in your chain
Water diamonds like I’m caught in the rain
Damon Wayans, bring the pot major pain
Young rich n***a serving out a Mulsanne
Make the bricks disappear, David Blaine
Ran up my check on the north
If you in my circle, you got to be boss
Pull up in the Maybach, I’m feeling like Ross
If you want me to walk through the club it’s gon’ cost you
Mango the sniper, shoot you from my loft
I got the birds like Julio
Poppin’ the seal and I pour a four
Came from kicking in doors on Boss road
Now the chains on my neck like a pot of gold
We independent just like Master P
R.I.P. my n***a Pistol Pete
Whippin’ the work with no recipe
My n***as goin’ nuts like Nestle
You fuck n***as won’t get the best of me
Bitch I got stripes like a referee
Trap on the north side, the junkies and dope fiends
Bust down the YRN, piece for my whole team

[Chorus: Migo Domingo]
Migo gang, Migo gang, what you bang?
In the club we thirty deep, fuck n***a play no games
Migo gang, Migo gang, what you claim?
All my n***as bout that check so you better tuck your chain
Migo gang, Migo gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Migo gang, Migo gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang