Migos - MuhF**kn Tired lyrics

(Intro) Yeah, young rich ni**as Back to back, two times Hahaha (Verse 1 – Quavo) Hit a ni**a with the throwaway Bi**h I came from another place Unfortunately we couldn’t beat the case F**k it we outta jail anyway You want the Migo gang? You got to pay Kicking in doors for the 10k, 14k, anything Young ni**a cashing out for the change I already dreamed that I had the fame Red and white coupe like a candy cane Pop a perc, it feel like Bruce Wayne Chop a brick like I’m Tsung Shang b**h I’m dabbing in my own lane Choke, slam a ni**a, Quavo Kane I hate a ni**a tryna cook plain Cause my money taller than a great dane We gave the work, dab fever check My receipt is thousand dollar sneakers Stop and get a play from cheetah Quavo Derek Jeter, keep a street sweeper I’m a salt water alligator eater I play with water, you can check the meter Cook it bad, damn I toss the reefer Migo gang, aka grim reapers (Chorus – Quavo) Try the squad, n**a shots fired Thugger daughter motherf**king tired my niece Baby bottles, ain’t no babies crying drank Hit em if he cross the gun line You holding yours? I’ma bust mine He looking wrong, call it sus time Free my ni**as, give em phone time Skin a ni**a like a pork rind We get to the money in short time Watch us make it back 10 times My wrist spinning, I’m so f**king tired That my favorite line of motherf**king time Chop a brick like a samurai We the ni**as make the birds fly Then I f**ked the bi**h five times Then I took her out cause I’m f**king tired (Verse 3 – Takeoff) Takeoff Just f**ked a model bi**h five times I just ate a burger from Five Guys I’m smoking on cookies from high time You smoking with…outside Migo gang, we have them mob ties Put a f**k ni**a on Fox 5 Pretty little bi**h with her mouth wide She see me pull up in that, frog eyes Your bi**h is 30 on the beat Keep a 30 by my side My bi**hes on fleek, Louboutin they feet Ain’t no question my ni**as gong ride Ain’t talking bout Drexler When they come to that dope, ni**a, I bet it’s gong Clyde Ain’t talking bout Dexter Cook in the laboratory, friends on my eyes Remember my pockets win the So every check gotta pay my tithes Ni**a telling lies just to cut time My ni**a your sin get televised No matter how hard I try When I put music out I’m still gon get criticized Ni**a f**king round with squad Think they wanna get decapitized (Repeat Chorus) (Verse 3 – Offset) I’m tired, I’m tired These ni**as flexing They talk about diamonds, they do not VS inside em I hit a lick, we divided it Porsche with the gator inside of it I’m three Percs and I’m out of it She gonna s**k me up privately I was young when the trap game adopted me Grabbed the stick and shot his abdomen Young ni**a I am an arson I got the pump in the cut with the carbon My wrist cost a motherf**king Rari I am a boss, I pull strings like Atari You out of season, you need Lawries Pull up in Beamers but trap out a Taurus Look at the brick on my wrist look like Mick When I got famous I darkened my tint She took a mile when I gave her an inch Won’t sell my soul for some cash or a Bent Hop in the plane and we land in Berlin Christian Dior my bi**h and her friend When I was in the pen Praying to God that I don’t go again (Repeat Chorus)