Migos - I Can lyrics

(Intro) Yuh, yuh, yuh (Chorus – Quavo) I can, I can, I can I will, I am gon count out them bands I bought a brand new time piece And it came with a bad bi**h pants I bought a pyrex pot put it next to my wrist And I look at it dance Dasher, Rudolph, and Brans Percocet, molly, and xans percy (Verse 1 – Quavo) Tiptoeing on the gazebo Pulling up balling like zebo I am conneted to kilos Fifty gang members got Rico Young ni**a trapped by the peep-hole Next to gang got your You tried to pull up with that little bowl My ni**as pull up with that truckload Backwards stouts, eggrolls Ain’t having clout doing free shows Everybody know she the cheap hoe I’m on my bad tortitos When I pull up it’s the Migos Bleed til your girl keep her knees close We shooting shots like freethrows Money coming three ways like Cee Lo three (Chorus – Quavo) I can, I can, I can I will, I am Gon count out them bands I bought a brand new time piece And it came with a bad bi**h pants I bought a pyrex pot put it next to my wrist and I look at it dance Dasher, Rudolph, and Brans Percocet, molly, and xans percy (Verse 2 – Takeoff) Codeine on top of my stand Right there by the extra handgun They told me I couldn’t, when I can Drug transactions off a Samsung, brrt I beat the pot using both arms, beat it up I keep that drink when that drought come Takeoff from Cuba, it’s a mile run 12 Act in my pimp cup feel like Don Juan Never forget where you came from, no! Preach to these ni**as like Farrakhan, preach I teach you lil ni**as like Daniel Son Then blow up the spot like Saddam, Hussein I’m at the top of the renaissance I f**k her face til it’s numb, ay Hundred round drum I’m in the slums, gripping some, no Grey Poupon Uh (Chorus – Quavo) I can, I can, I can, I will, I am Gon count out them bands I bought a brand new time piece And it came with a bad bi**h pants (woo) I bought a pyrex pot put it next to my wrist And I look at it dance, skrt Dasher, Rudolph, and Brans Percocet, molly, and xans, percy (Verse 3 – Hoodrich Pablo Juan ) Call up Migos, work the work like the Mexicans Similar to the OG, I’m a veteran Breakdown the backwood fill up with cannabis I’m on the molly, percocet, and xanax Shoot with the chopper, might hit your granddad We the wave, you tryna ride the bandwagon We young rich and we been having Long hair don’t care like I’m Lenny Kravitz Real ni**as only you pu**y f*ggots Bought a new chain, call it 20 Savage Bricks now, used to serve crack addicts Been with Mariah, no Nick Cannon My young ni**a wild’n out with the cannon Still flex on my ex bi**h she can’t stand it 20 bags from LA, they just landed Graduated from trap school, did outstanding Walk in the strip club like the marching band Four rings on me Ni**a I might not shake your hand, young rich ni**a Mexicans strapped like a Taliban I can hear the snake on my neck rattling All this water like a ni**a was paddling Hi-tech and Actavis mix up the medicine Perc and the lean I bet you feel better then Eating at Cheetahs, I guess I’m a gentleman I want the plug I don’t talk to the middleman Geeked up trapper, I need me some Ritalin Ni**a my best friend name is Benjamin Three bi**hes, salt pepper and the cinnamon Still f**k the law we be bending them No more catching bags now, we sending them Old school dirty bird, Brian Finneran Used to want a bag now I got ten of them (Chorus – Quavo) I can, I can, I can I will, I am Gon count out them bands I bought a brand new time piece And it came with a bad bi**h pants I bought a pyrex pot put it next to my wrist And I look at it dance Dasher, Rudolph, and Brans Percocet, molly, and xans, percy