Quavo - Migos Origin lyrics

[Intro] So what part of Atlanta y'all from? From the north side Uh, yeah Every show get crazy and crazy We growing and growing every, every, every time at a show [Chorus: Quavo] Disrupted the game, the industry was shook up Three young rich n***as, never did a push up You want the origin of the flow, you better shut the f** up And listen up, to what the Migos bout to cook up [Verse 1: Quavo] We k**ed the Versace, we went to Bahamas, shout out to the islands Mommas and daughters taking a picture with me and they smiling Charlemagne say the gang Donkey of the Day (Charlamagne?) Billboard magazine, 45K Word on the street they say the Migos wanted But they can't find the Migos, so they bite their recorders When you ask for a show, can you seriously afford it Check my schedule, itinerary loaded of course Check my dab, it's priceless And my n***as is righteous I don't got no type, but I love to f** Pisces The chains on my neck, I might get arthritis YRN Tha Album first album going diamond Got my mama a Benz Just to show her I'm grinding Green dots in the pen but I hate the confinement When Offset got out of jail he ate a bowl of hundreds Dropped the Rich n***a Timeline and we was crossed the country [Chorus] [Verse 2: Offset] Skrrt, cook up Graat, he shook up I'm trapping the white, that Ku Klux My n***as got grenades and bazookas On the private jet we smoking up in indica A hundred thousand, got a pick up in India Headed to locker, we changed the millennium Thirty thousand for a walk through minimum Snakes in the gra** start spinning out venom That come with the territory when a n***a winning Tinted windows on the sprinter you don't need to see this image The blogs say I need to calm down, f** a image Your CEO a busta and my CEO a hustler Choppa sound like percussion, run up on me repercussion Came from nothing, came home with a half a million, hurt my stomach I'm taking good care of my kids but they mamma get nothing And if you think its wrong this ain't the right song you're bumping Welcome to the jungle, lions, elephants and monkeys Never see me lonely, best believe nina on me Stuffed crust, my pocket walking with a 50 on me [Chorus] [Verse 3: Takeoff] Pyrex pot on the stove, take that eggbeater cook up They looking for the origin, wanna know how did we make this sh** up Came in there right and we f**ing it up Jump off the banana boat, call me King Tut n***as be biting our swag I tried to switch it up But these n***as still don't get enough n***as with attitude don't give a f** Young n***a flexing never did a push up Migo flow everybody wanna look it up Every ten years it's on my story bro I bet you listen up, you don't gotta like it Yo favorite rapper he be biting When I step in the booth, its a moment of silence I bet yo b**h she get excited When I'm doing show my front end and that back end be enormous I need a double cup with my Backwood when I'm on stage performing Can't get in my tour bus b**h, ain't tryna f**, it's only 5 in the morning I got some Dominican b**hes that s**ing and f**ing and back to the origin [Chorus]