Migos - Hotpocket lyrics

[Intro - Quavo:] Yo, yo, hold up man Ay skip All these goddamn bricks man Hurry up, put em up There go the feds Go! [Hook - Quavo:] Put the bricks in the attic, hope the feds ain't watching Sniper on the roof for you f** n***as plotting Yeah she spoiled rotten, she got chickens in her stocking F & N on my side (fly), that's a hot pocket Gone! [Verse 1 - Takeoff:] All white Charger pull up with the police lights Red, blue, and white, asking questions, I'll take flight Run back to my trap, stash them bricks off in the attic 12 hit my spot, throw saran wrap and plastic They thought they was gon catch me slipping Looking and searching for chickens and pigeons They ain't find sh** but a fork in the kitchen And a couple seeds from the bags full of midget Finesse Takeoff, you ain't never catch me slipping Keep an egg beater, yeah I'm always whipping Stay with a PT, always sipping Young rich n***a with the all gold kitchen [Hook x2] [Verse 2 - Quavo:] I'm whipping and whipping the chicken The bricks in the ceiling, finesse on no feelings The b**hes they play with the water They splashing the work and I call em Free Willy Finessing the plug and I'm not gon stop till a young n***a hit a milli Young n***a with banana clip (ba bow!) n***as start peeling Busting the bricks out the wrapper, I will pop you like a snapper Young goon put it on your head, they'll eat your a** like an apple Young n***a and I'm sipping on mapple I meant maple, 50 bricks to the top of skyscrapers My house got marijuana acres [Hook x2] [Outro:] Ay what's happening man, you tuned in to motherf**ing Brick Squad radio, you tuned into Migos right now, 1017 Migos man, you know what I'm saying, at all times I got that hot pocket on me, all motherf**ing time, you better believe that, gon use it if you s**ers take my soul, don't you