Migos - Copy Me lyrics

[Verse 1: Takeoff] You rappers you wanna be thirty three still tryna copy me Young rich n***a only 19 and you'd better acknowledge me f** n***a you spitting and rapping like this without Migos consent want apology The labels keep talking, the critics keep writing and All because we gettin' currency I think it’s time for extortion I'm k**ing you babies, abortion (Kidnap you n***as my Migos will torture you) I told you I'd rather be rich than famous f** n***a this is my label These f** n***as done stole so much goddamn swag, might as well sell it The critics done said it, I might as well tell it I'm Activist with my shirt off screaming f** the world like Makaveli QC the label! Solid Foundation! Young n***a on the block with the work to the side Come up trapping like a fundraiser f** n***a you know I'm a Migo [?] get poked with a razor [Hook] Which one of my cars should I drive today? (They all foreign..) I don't know Which one of my hoes should I f** today? (They all bad) I don't know Which one of my chains should I put on? Put 'em all on You n***as you know, you n***as you know that you stealin' my flow Whatever you with, we with it [x3] Whatever you with, whatever you with, my n***a we pressing, my n***a we pressing the bu*ton My n***as ain't stressed they got money, whatever you with, whatever you with, you know that my n***as we with it [Verse 2: Quavo] They copy the name, they copy the gang, they copy the slang (they copy my name) Versace, Versace we brought that sh** back and you n***as is lame We hearin' the way that these rappers is rappin' that sh** not creative What's the difference? We some young n***as that signed to no label My squad is so deep in the club, your fans and your people don't notice you All of my n***as got diamonds, they flashin' they look like a photoshoot I pull up in valet, the Audi got soft top but my top is bulletproof And now they want jugg and finessin' Now they want 'sace the necklace At first we didn't expect it and now we expect it At first the flow they neglect it and now they respect it I'm thanking God for the blessing, (to not have a rat in my session) I know that this game is dirty Smith & Wesson [Hook] [Verse 3: Offset] You must got the rabies, you bitin' You copy my swag and I like it Young n***a I'm for sale Give em' hell! Put a n***a on a mission, young n***a won't fail Ya'll p**y a** rappers, these n***as they wise Never trap, never cap, never been in a trial You with it, I'm with it, them hollows start spitting These n***as they shaking like Diddy Gotta pay the trap on my block, extortion 80 percent of your guap No lie, Versace, it got me a fortune Enormous money ain't never gone stop Woke up this morning and I played the radio n***a's remedial, sounding like Radio Them n***as not talking just pullin yall cards Dunk a n***a, Vince Carter Bullets have a n***a dancing like Carlton [Hook]