Takeoff - Muhf**n Tired lyrics

[Produced by 30 Rock] [Intro] Yeah, young rich n***as Back to back, two times Hahaha [Verse 1: Quavo] Hit a n***a with the throwaway b**h I came from another place Unfortunately we couldn't beat the case f** it we outta jail anyway You want the Migo gang? You got to pay Kickin' in doors for the 10k, 14k, anything Young n***a cashin' out for the change I already dreamed that I had the fame Red and white coupe like a candy cane Pop a perc, it feel like Bruce Wayne Chop a brick like I'm Tsung Shang b**h I'm dabbin' in my own lane Chokeslam a n***a, Quavo Kane I hate a n***a tryna cook plain Cause my money taller than a great dane We gave the world dab fever check My receipt is thousand dollar sneakers Stop and get a play from cheetah Quavo Derek Jeter, keep a street sweeper I'm a salt water alligator eater I play with water, you can check the meter Cookie bag, that's my choice of reefer Migo gang, aka grim reapers [Hook: Quavo] Try the squad, n***a shots fired Thugger daughter motherf**in' tired (my niece) Baby bottles, ain't no babies cryin' (drank) Hit 'em if he cross the gun line You holdin' yours? I'ma bust mine He lookin' wrong, call it sus time Free my n***as, give 'em phone time Skin a n***a like a pork rind We get to the money in short time Watch us make it back 10 times My wrist spinnin', I'm so f**in' tired That my favorite line, I'm motherf**in' tired Chop a brick like a samurai We the n***as make the birds fly Then I f**ed the b**h five times Then I took her out cause I'm f**in' tired [Verse 2: Takeoff] Takeoff!! Just f**ed a model b**h five times I just ate a burger from Five Guys I'm smokin' on cookies from High Times You smokin' with [?] outside Migo gang, we have them mob ties Put a f** n***a on Fox 5 Pretty little b**h with her mouth wide She see me pull up in that, frog eyes Your b**h is 30 on the beat Keep a 30 by my side My b**hes on fleek, Louboutin they feet Ain't no question my n***as gon' ride Ain't talkin' bout Drexler When they come to that dope, n***a, I bet it's gon' glide Ain't talkin' bout Dexter Cook in the laboratory, Fendi frames on my eyes Remember my pockets win the lottery So every check gotta pay my tithes n***a tellin' lies just to cut time My n***a you see 'em televised No matter how hard I try When I put music out I'm still gon' get criticized n***a f**in' round with squad Think they wanna get decapitized [Hook: Quavo] Try the squad, n***a shots fired Thugger daughter motherf**in' tired (my niece) Baby bottles, ain't no babies cryin' (drank) Hit 'em if he cross the gun line You holdin' yours? I'ma bust mine He lookin' wrong, call it sus time Free my n***as, give 'em phone time Skin a n***a like a pork rind We get to the money in short time Watch us make it back 10 times My wrist spinnin', I'm so f**in' tired That my favorite line I'm motherf**in' tired Chop a brick like a samurai We the n***as make the birds fly Then I f**ed the b**h five times Then I took her out cause I'm f**in' tired [Verse 3: Offset] I'm tired.... I'm tired These n***as flexin' They talk about diamonds, they do not got VS inside 'em I hit a lick, we divided it Porsche with the gator inside of it I'm on three Percs and I'm out of it She gonna s** me up privately I was young when the trap game adopted me Grabbed the stick and shot his abdomen Young n***a I am an arson I got the pump in the cut with the carbon My wrist cost a motherf**in' 'Rari I am a boss, I pull strings like a guitarist You out of season, you need Lawries Pull up in Beamers but trap out a Taurus Look at the brick on my wrist look like Mick When I got famous I darkened my tint She took a mile when I gave her an inch Won't sell my soul for some cash or a Bent Hop in the plane and we land in Berlin Christian Dior my b**h and her friend (?) when I was in the pen Prayin' to God that I don't go again [Hook: Quavo] Try the squad, n***a shots fired Thugger daughter motherf**in' tired (my niece) Baby bottles, ain't no babies cryin' (drank) Hit 'em if he cross the gun line You holdin' yours? I'ma bust mine He lookin' wrong, call it sus time Free my n***as, give 'em phone time Skin a n***a like a pork rind We get to the money in short time Watch us make it back 10 times My wrist spinnin', I'm so f**in' tired That my favorite line I'm motherf**in' tired Chop a brick like a samurai We the n***as make the birds fly Then I f**ed the b**h five times Then I took her out cause I'm f**in' tired