Will-A-Fool - YRN 2 (Intro) lyrics

[Intro: Quavo] 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 Can't 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] I'ma put on for my city You gon' put on for these b**hes Young n***a I came from nothing And now I'm at parties with Diddy See at first they didn't believe me Now this sh** coming way too easy I'm 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 I'm 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, bao, ra-ra-rao watch what you mu'f**ers say Call up the lean, pour an eight Then pop 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 don't 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' flush that lil pack I jump out the window then forty yard dash That's 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 didn't have windows That the first f**ing million dollar bando [Verse 2: Takeoff] Some n***as came in the game dancing but Migos you know we came in with the fashion Ain't talking ‘bout Donatella but we the most underrated rappers reppin' and havin' My n***as have a 30 plus a 30 in the vicinity literally (so that's a 60) I would give you names of these Migos clones but it's every rapper in the industry And they wanna know why we pressing these n***as, they don't 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***as'll envy me Behind the lot shootin' at my enemies Quavo got Kylie, well I got that Kimberly Drinking codeine, moving slow like a centipede We brought that flow back when n***as didn't know People compare 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 they'll remember me All of these n***as they trying to rap nowadays When I start spitting I ball cause it's inner me Remember taking trips in the Infinity Looking for gold, electronics, or Benjamin's (hot, hot), the block is sizzling Gotta stay low key cause witnesses snitching Who the f** told ‘em north side wasn't the trenches? These n***as b**hes, they want some attention n***as get put in detention It ain't my fault, n***a, it's 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 I bought twenty pints of Activis You think I'm sellin' em, but that's just for me to sip it If you don't 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 Benjamin's As a young n***a they always envied me You copy my dab, you lil n***as are mini-me's 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, it's 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 I'm that same n***a that jumped in the VIP Lot of n***as p**y ‘cause they know that I'm 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 Don't 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 Don't f** with no rappers, these f** n***as b**hes I'm not being friendly, I don't want to kick it Didn't write no letter, you n***as ain't 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 can't f** with us period I see a million when I'm 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, don't get indicted