[Intro - Quavo & Takeoff:]
Huh, turn the headphones up
I mean just a- yeah, yeah, you good
Let me turn these lights off
Let me fire up this cookie real quick
You know how we get it
Cant find my lighter though
Migos
Young rich n***as
Young n***as been doing real boss sh**
They know where they got this sh** from
Came in the game kicking doors, f**ing hoes, and rocking gold
Now our pockets swoled
Been having hoes
Been having n***as on go
For real
Ask about it
[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
Ima put on for my city
You gon put on for these b**hes
Young n***a I came from nothing
And now Im at parties with Diddy
See at first they didnt believe me
Now this sh** coming way too easy
Im with a paid a**a**in
Run to the money, we dashing
We the ones came up with dabbing
We put em on trap fashion
I made a play out in Athens
Im whipping up Kylie Kardashian
Same n***as see me having
Used to be the same n***as laughing
Now my palm itching
Now my palms itching
Came from bomb pitching
My mama be the witness
Free my convicts
That took a long sentence
All my n***as came from the north, they born menace
Ay, ay, no Kanye
I walk in the trap, play with yay
Bao, bao, ra-ra-rao watch what you muf**ers say
Call up the lean, pour an eight
Then pour an eight, tray tray
Then I fill a Backwood, the cookies it came from the Bay
b**h, I came from the trap
Take her phone, she wanna snap
I dont get no sleep, I just take naps
I look out the peep, 12 at the trap
I look out my peep, 12 at the trap
Ay, my n***a gon run with that sack
Ay, my n***a gon flex on that pack
I jump out the window then forty yard dash
Thats the sh** I used to do in the past
Now we through playing, we playing with cash
Chopping my top, get your top out the ash
Wrestle with work like my name Kevin Nash
Let me take it back just for two minutes
Fourteens and the nines, had tools in it
And you notice that it didnt have windows
That the first f**ing million dollar bando
[Verse 2 - Takeoff:]
Takeoff!!
Some n***as came in the game dashing but Migos you know we came in with the fashion
Aint talking bout the Nutella but we the most underrated rappers reppin and havin
My n***as have a 30 plus a 30 in the vicinity literally (so thats a 60)
I would give you names of these Migos clones but its every rapper in the industry
And they wanna know why we pressing these n***as, they dont let us in they facility
Cause if you ask me I feel like I should get a percentage the way they be stealing me
Elmo, these n***as they tickle me
Drink codeine and trap out the emba**y
Mama said n***asll envy me
Behind the lot shootin at my enemies
Quavo got Kylie, well I got that Kimberly
Drinking codeine, I move slow like a centipede
We brought that flow back when n***as didnt know
Compared Migos to Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
I put my blood sweat and tears in the game
And I still got more years so I bet theyll remember me
All of these n***as they trying to rap nowadays
When I start spitting I ball cause its inner me
Remember taking trips in the Infinity
Looking for gold, electronics, or Benjamins
(hot, hot) the block is sizzling
Gotta stay low key cause witnesses snitching
Who the f** told em north side wasnt the trenches
These n***as b**hes, they want some attention
n***as get put in detention
It aint my fault, n***a, its your decision
No presents up under your christmas tree
Cause I am the Grinch, stole christmas
Wonder why your children not watching Disney
Cause Migos we making a history
Bought twenty pints of Activis, you think Im sellin em, but its just for me to sip it
If you dont believe me you can ask Quavo, matter fact Offset was right there with me
[Verse 3 - Offset:]
Offset!!
History repeat itself, I got locked up again
I came home to the Benjamins
As a young n***a they always envied me
You copy my dab, you lil n***as are mini-mes
My necklace it cost me a brick a piece
f** the b**h so good I make the b**h knees week
Dropped the top off the Bentley, its up to me
I sat on a milly while I was in custody
Picked up my stick, hundred rounds in my clip
Double cup of Actavis, I pour a couple zips
Im that same n***a that jumped in the VIP
Lot of n***as p**y cause they know that Im a k**er
Made a couple million, but the bricks up in the rental
We was in the bando, trapping, capping, I remember
I really beat the n***a, caught a p**y n***a stealing
Get hit with that stick and I bet you gon feel it
Pull up in Maseratis, where my ceiling
I see a n***a plotting, where my semi
I can whip me up a brick in a minute
Throw on Margiela one day, then Givenchy
Got the game in submission, your b**h in my kitchen
Dont care bout no ho cause that money my mission
Chill Will want a body, his finger been itching
And my Ferrari got bricks by the engine
Dont f** with no rappers, these f** n***as b**hes
Im not being friendly, I dont want to kick it
Didnt write no letter, you n***as aint visit
I took a plea, I said f** it, I did it
YRN 2, n***a listen up, hear it
We back on our sh**, you cant f** with us period
I see a million when Im in the mirror
Get hit with the Glock and I scrape off the serial
Hop in the Lamb, hit the gas, hit the gear
I got a shooter with me, he right here
I got your b**h s** my dick, on my leer
Police be watching me like a premiere
Put that lil b**h on some molly
She ride on my dick like a trolley
All of my cars are exotic
Knock a n***a off, dont get indicted
Grah