SOPRANO - Duckwrth

Lucifer sings in, Soprano

Fallen angels listenin' to Zeppelin

Yo mamma told you not to (What)

Listen to secular music, the devils 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

Turning degrees to 100

This is what you always wanted

Turning degrees to 100

Ay 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

How them flames end up on the ceiling, huh?

Burn down the roof, make 'em all say (Ah!)

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

Jump out the coupe, four-wheel that, huh (Skrrt)

Ski mask and boots, make 'em steal that, huh

Run up on the same trap, dumpin' 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 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 (Hold on)

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 (Huh)

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 (Uh)

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

Ooh, so you just slappin' niggas?

Pullin' 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, 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, hah

Ooh, testify (Yeah, yeah)

Escaping the flames (Yeah!)

Mama said testify (Yeah!)

Crank that (Ah!)