Takeoff - Body Parts lyrics

[Produced by Murda Beats] [Intro: Quavo] Yah! Young rich n***a Migos in the building Young rich n***a sh**, man f** wrong with these n***as man... Go! [Hook: Quavo] Yo' b**h wanna f** the squad Cause she see exotic cars Them n***as hating on your boy Bow, bow, gruow, gruow We got body parts Young rich n***a tryna see a milli I got n***as that'll get you for a meal ticket I know n***as that remix, re-rock the whole chicken I feel like the president, Richard Nixon [Verse 1: Quavo] Gotta watch for them snake n***as plotting Young rich n***a I'm walking around with the rocket I ain't seen you in two years so how I f** with you? I ain't even gon' touch you I'ma let my man's get you I pull up and pop in the trunk and it looking like hopscotch, big blocks Remember me hitting the juugs and licks, and ducking and dodging the cops I feel like 2Pac, it's me against the world and I can't be stopped Just me in the drop, came from holes in my sock, and now I got guap [Hook: Quavo] Yo' b**h wanna f** the squad Cause she see exotic cars Them n***as hating on your boy Bow, bow, gruow, gruow We got body parts Young rich n***a tryna see a milli I got n***as that'll get you for a meal ticket I know n***as that remix, re-rock the whole chicken I feel like the president, Richard Nixon [Verse 2: Takeoff] Gruow, gruow, gruow we got body parts I don't need no body guard, I just use my face card In the kitchen frying fishes, got to come with tartar sauce Call me Pastor Takeoff, healing n***as Peter Popoff I'm A1 n***a no steak sauce Baking the birdies, I'm having a bake-off Extorting these n***as and money they pay off These n***as got work but ain't working they laid off I hide body parts like I'm Jeffrey Dahmer A living legend, Ronald McDonald My wrist terminator, but I am no Arnold Football Xans, I call 'em Hey Arnold [Hook: Quavo] Yo' b**h wanna f** the squad Cause she see exotic cars Them n***as hating on your boy Bow, bow, gruow, gruow We got body parts Young rich n***a tryna see a milli I got n***as that'll get you for a meal ticket I know n***as that remix, re-rock the whole chicken I feel like the president, Richard Nixon [Verse 3: Offset] f** n***a talking hit 'em with extensions Throw 'em in the river now the n***a missing f** n***a tripping, not payin' attention I hit 'em with semis he don't even see it If I catch a body I'm gonna be innocent Clear the whole scene and I'm leaving no witnesses Everybody get it, even civilians The only people that I spare is the children Dissecting you n***as, take away your body parts Karate chop that n***a like it's martial-arts Shot that n***a, left 'em at the park Put the p**y n***a on a milk carton My choppa banana-clipped, got a knife Don't roll the dice n***a, you risk your life I'm pouring up lean on your grave-site I throw him the bullet, he catch it like Jerry Rice [Verse 4: Machine Gun Kelly] Ugh, f** a b**h cause it's Thug Life Smoking good cause my plug right 200k sold on my debut release 200 felons locked up from the team Popping 200 bottles the day they release Yes, I am deceased, meaning I'm raiding from all of these sheets Get Rich or Die Tryin' keep that on repeat And all these b**hes is trying to get on me And I f** all of them hoes, got 2 cell phones, can't none of them call me