Quavo - Cross The Country lyrics

[Intro: DJ Durel] It's been a long time coming From young n***as to young rich n***as It's DJ Durel and I'd like to welcome you to Rich n***a Timeline [Verse 1: Takeoff] Young rich n***a riding round the city with the mac Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin' Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it n***a they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real What the f** a n***a really wanna talk about? You a b**h, we ain't got nothing to talk about Shaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve Tray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved I'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low Quavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo You n***as are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet 'Set told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that p**y wet No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check I'm a young n***a with the rich n***a ambitions At the Migo show, a n***a autographing titties There's levels to this sh** like Meek said And you embarra**ed to admit it, I don't want to kick it After my show, the gangster-ist n***a, he looking suspicious Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my n***a And all he wanted was a picture I used to smoke Swishers like a regular n***a Now I'm a Backwoods type of n***a A n***a, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him White people, they still treat me like I'm a victim Now people they screaming out "Free Activis" They talking bout that Activis be discontinued Check my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic Catch me riding with packs in my rental Trap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue Cooking a brick and remix it with the dog food Diamond brick come with a note on it, n***a you Blues Clues 24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool Master P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies f** it, I beat it, she s**ing me 'til a n***a be cumming [Hook: Quavo] Cross the country, cross the country You may never been there, catch me cross the country Cross the country, cross the country Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country Cross the country, cross the country She don't understand English but she want me Cross the country, cross the country I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country [Verse 2: Offset] When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name I stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain Police had a n***a, cause they know I'm in a gang Taking pictures of a n***a like a groupie, like a fan On my first lick, only got a little bit of change Thinking like Obama, something gotta change Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains When I got outta jail, did the same thing I spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang Cocaine in her nose like a septum ring My n***as be trapping the gas, propane Hit the n***a with a chopper, n***a bang bang I was getting money, way before the rap game As a young n***a, used to wear the fake chain They say that I'm ignorant, $50,000 on a chain You know it ain't come from Johnny Dang Fake watch busta can't bust me, no lie Won't catch me with the fake j**ellery, I got too much pride They k**ed my n***a Pistol P for a three-five I pay the ticket, when are you gon' die When I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies I got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes The streets is the jungle, my n***a, you better survive Getting married to the money n***a, that my bride My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye You selling by the ounce, my n***a, you just getting by Put the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly Glah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy n***a talking stupid, we don't let that sh** fly Talking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire Got that chopper, flip a n***a like a domino Young rich n***a, never made the honor roll Hit his a** with the .44, make him fold Chattahoochee River where that n***a body float On the nation, my n***a we throwing up the forks She on a mission, trying to f** me, better get your ho Big bank take little bank Yellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake Two Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider Arnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator [Hook: Quavo] Cross the country, cross the country You may never been there, catch me cross the country Cross the country, cross the country Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country Cross the country, cross the country She don't understand English but she want me Cross the country, cross the country I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country [Verse 3: Quavo] Cross the country, my plug he in Wyoming And the only time I pull up on you, if a n***a owe me And the whole word know that a young n***a rap But a p**y n***a better not provoke me Came in the game with the formula, sold it Now I gotta switch it up on you phonies Pocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you All you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's Rich n***a Timeline: that's my motherf**ing testimony Out in the desert, got bricks in the donkey Rich n***a with a pot of gold like a leprechaun And I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon My n***as collecting extortion funds We built an empire like Megatron QC the label, Migo the gang Already told you, I want the M&Ms, f** the fame No shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine Like Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing Walking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain Get juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad sh** Oh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him I paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him If I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him Caught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita He had some j**elry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him Took the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment They say he got work, now I own it Now my squad, they going up, no Makonnen In the players pad at the Caesar's Palace Out in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman All types of Euros and Yen I got money in Berlin I told the Lord forgive me for my sins Cause I don't wanna do it again [Hook: Quavo] Cross the country, cross the country You may never been there, catch me cross the country Cross the country, cross the country Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country Cross the country, cross the country She don't understand English but she want me Cross the country, cross the country I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country