Migos

[fox69]

"You A Foo"

"You A Foo"


[Intro: Quavo]
You niggas a foo
Niggas a foo
Yea

[Hook: Quavo]
I be fucking yo ho
You taking her shopping
My bad ye ain't know, you niggas a foo
Take her to the mall
And she don't get nothing
My bad ye ain't know, nigga's a foo

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
I'm fucking that bitch and you take her shopping
She at the top of my condo she pussy poppin'
You is a foo
If you didn't know dat that pussy got mileage
Every since I introduced her to molly
She been running round the lobby
Boot to scotty
Please don't tell nobody
If ya tell somebody
It's gone be some problems
Nigga try to rob me for my narcotics
If she fool you once
Shame on you
If she fool you twice
You a fucking foo
Breaking rules
Nigga skipping school
Young nigga jumped in the money pool
That bitch that you cuffing
You brought to yo mama
That bitch is sucking like a fucking piranha
I beat it up
She suck my anaconda
That bitch don't get nothing from me
But some McDonald's

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Fucking yo bitch and I take her shopping
She look good, what you buy her
34 pints you know I got the broccoli
Charles Barkley
Going broke nigga's not an option
She do whatever I tell the lil bitch to do
She brang me the profit
You go out yo way
And she break in yo wallet
She calling my phone
I just declined it
I always stress her
You always press her
Talking bout where she been
She trapping for me
And she bought me a bezel

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Offset]
You niggas a fool
Fucking yo bitch
And it's wet like a pool
Giuseppe stepping, skin made of fuel
OG gas bags, cow manure
Sipping on Actavis, oil fuel
The streets is like tug-o-war I got pull
Diamonds pissy shit on you like sewers
Rich nigga, smoother than velour
Must be kidding me cuffing that bitch you a idiot
Can't read between the lines you illiterate
The plug threw the work and I had to deliver it
Throw the money on the floor like I'm littering
You is a fool cause you don't take advice
Don't fuck with the snakes bitch
The rats and the mice
[Ring]
Hello
Can't talk on the phone about prices

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"You Wanna See"

"You Wanna See"


[Hook - Quavo:]
Your ho wanna fuck, I don’t want her
Popped a perc and I’m geeked in Aroma
You rented it, I’m the owner
Took your ho cause she gave me a boner
Look at my dab persona
In the trap I serve a stoner
My niggas came from the corner
I got the birds, they sing like the Jonas
Eating up rappers, they boneless
I’m finna pull up right on ‘em
I’m finna pull up right on ‘em
Spraying at all my opponents
Birds they sing like the Jonas
Feeling like Don Corleone-in’
We hear that you plotting, we on it
I call my nigga to dump him

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
Trapping, wrapping up the fungus
My niggas came from nothing
Really I came from the country
In the city got it bunking
Really she gon’ get some money
Really that ho up to something
You can really smell me ‘fore I’m coming
Cause Quavo got a whole onion
I used to trap out the ounces
You say you got checks and they bouncing
I make a public announcement
I’m having bricks in all of my houses
I make a public announcement
I’m getting money while you niggas lousy
Shoot a nigga with a rocket like Lowry
Wipe a nigga’s nose like I use Bounty
Quicker picker upper, you a sucker
Cut his body up then drop it in the bowl (cut it)
I got a white ho speaking Russian
Sad to say you niggas drinking ‘Tussin
Give me my dab, I’m taking custody
Hop out the Lam and start bustin’
You want your ho back but she stuck to me
RIP Mike and Pistol Pete
New to you, but it’s old to me
Walking in flames, I can’t see my feet
All of you niggas want to be like me
The radio sounding like mini-me’s
Take a knee, you need to honor me
K I N motherfucking G
Migo gang, we an army
Pull up on me if you want to see

[Hook - Quavo:]
Your ho wanna fuck, I don’t want her
Popped a perc and I’m geeked in Aroma
You rented it, I’m the owner
Took your ho cause she gave me a boner
Look at my dab persona
In the trap I serve a stoner
My niggas came from the corner
I got the birds, they sing like the Jonas
Eating up rappers, they boneless
I’m finna pull up right on ‘em
I’m finna pull up right on ‘em
Spraying at all my opponents
Birds they sing like the Jonas
Feeling like Don Corleone-in’
We hear that you plotting, we on it
I call my nigga to dump him

[Verse 2 - Offset:]
Feelin’ like a million
Drinking Don Pérignon
Started out pitching bombs
Buying houses for our moms
I’m thanking god today
We had a harder way
I’m on a bar today
I’m whippin’ up Mary and Kate
Sipping on drink to the face
I don’t even know what I ate
We do not go out on dates
I’ma just fuck the ho’s face
YRN, [?] with the bass
I got an M in my safe
I got a stick to be safe
She wanna give me some face
Hop in that ‘Rari and race it
I got some molly, I taste it
28 bitches, they naked
28 bitches, ain’t basic
On the north side where we based at
Roll up a Backwood and face that
Strike on the dash, I just raped ‘em
Beat on my chest, I just aped ‘em
She wanna go to Aroma
Do what I say cause I own her
Chanel perfume all on you
I be getting high, I be zoning in
I done fucked around and got two hoes again
I ain’t never going to the hole again
I’m a dog on these hoes like a Doberman
I’m a boss to these niggas, get chauffeured in

[Hook - Quavo:]
Your ho wanna fuck, I don’t want her
Popped a perc and I’m geeked in Aroma
You rented it, I’m the owner
Took your ho cause she gave me a boner
Look at my dab persona
In the trap I serve a stoner
My niggas came from the corner
I got the birds, they sing like the Jonas
Eating up rappers, they boneless
I’m finna pull up right on ‘em
I’m finna pull up right on ‘em
Spraying at all my opponents
Birds they sing like the Jonas
Feeling like Don Corleone-in’
We hear that you plotting, we on it
I call my nigga to dump him

[Verse 3 - Takeoff:]
I call my niggas to stick ‘em up, give it up
Shaking like a stripper, tighten up
Migos Wikipedia, you can type it up
Bigger than Look At My Dab and Pipe It Up
Skating on ice but I’m not with the Mighty Ducks
When I pour they say I pour too much
Who the fuck said they get high as us?
Yung Rich Nation, who be fly as us?
These niggas drinking on Robitus’
Give ‘em the bubble gum, serving detention bus
I put that bitch on the pork, she can’t get enough
Got these bitches playing double dutch
Put that dick in her mouth, tell her pucker up
Catch you biting the dab, you get sucker punched
After I fuck that bitch once, then punt
Ain’t no going out for lunch
I told these niggas ‘bout whipping and flipping these chickens
They say I ain’t give ‘em none’
I gave these niggas the flow that they using
And niggas they act like I owe ‘em some’
My plug he just touched down in Lebanon
He teach me the gas like he Farrakhan
When you see 12 you supposed to run
Ain’t no James Bond, got the golden gun
Tonight we gon’ fuck up Aroma
Leave that and walk into Mansion
Go grab a chicken, plus some cheetahs
Or fuck it, I might go hit Magic
Big booty thot, she was a pornstar
Rose gold collection for the rose bar
Now I might black out and talking ‘bout [?]
My double cup filled with that bar

[Hook - Quavo:]
Your ho wanna fuck, I don’t want her
Popped a perc and I’m geeked in Aroma
You rented it, I’m the owner
Took your ho cause she gave me a boner
Look at my dab persona
In the trap I serve a stoner
My niggas came from the corner
I got the birds, they sing like the Jonas
Eating up rappers, they boneless
I’m finna pull up right on ‘em
I’m finna pull up right on ‘em
Spraying at all my opponents
Birds they sing like the Jonas
Feeling like Don Corleone-in’
We hear that you plotting, we on it
I call my nigga to dump him

 

[fox69]

"Young Rich Niggas"

"Young Rich Niggas"


[Intro:]
Migo! (Migo we winnin', winnin')
QC! (Migo we winnin', winnin',)
(Migo we did it, did it)

[Hook:]
This is, what it is; Young Rich Nigga
YRN
This is, what it is; Young Rich Nigga
YRN
This is, what it is; Young Rich Nigga
YRN
This is, what it is; Young Rich Nigga
Now when everybody see us they say:
Now look at that young nigga pipe down everytime you see him
Now look at that young nigga can't catch him with no new friends
Now look at that young nigga he ain't gave me the whole way back in the day
Now look at that young nigga can't keep these hoes up out his face

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Just now warming up, might pull up in an armored truck
With a hundred blue million bucks
I told you brah, that we so dangerous, yo niggas ain't the same as us
I gotta thank God for the blessing
Pocket salad, extra dressing
He always got a nigga flexing
Know that I have to get the Smith & Wesson
If you wanted to ball
You gotta run with it and score a touchdown
If you wanna be a rap artist
Gotta take over your town (the city!)
If you wanna be a dope dealer
Gotta be moving a pound (Ew! Gas!)
Young nigga just stay focused
(If you did it) You can be rich right now

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Offset]
I'm richer than Richie, now all my bitches they miss me
I was broke I remember
I stashed it away in my memory
I know niggas that envy me, jealousy
Wondering how did I get rich with these felonies
God keep on telling me;
'Please just focus! '
I came from roaches to Lotus
They hung my brother like posters
The Lord he told me I'm chosen
Now all my jewelry is golden
Sipping on purple potion, take away all the emotions (Lean!)
Christian Louboutins, I'm not running from my emotions

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Unfortunate, ya'll fuck niggas can't fuck with us
Hundred gas bags in the monster truck
Usain Bolt, I'm a run it up
Real street nigga that love to hustle, came from the gutta
My nigga be flexing, pressing
I'm fucking that bitch that you texting
You stressin? (Haha)
We just sitting in here counting cash, trying not to laugh
All of these presidents, OG gas
Sipping on Actavis out the glass
Hundreds older than the ThunderCats
What would you do, if you found out that your face card wasn't approved
Ain't no money getting extorted
Look at that what these streets will do

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Young Rich Niggas"

"Young Rich Niggas"


[Hook: Quavo]
Money and the power, you gotta have respect, benz coop, jaguar, G five jets
Young Rich Niggas, Young Rich Niggas, Young Rich Niggas, Young Rich Niggas [x2]

[Verse: Quavo]
Young Rich Nigga, I'm draped up in Versace, I went up to the jeweler, when I left I'm playing hockey
Bad bitches like it, she see Rarris & Buggatis, I'm popping bottles in the vip, she rolling off a Molly
Fendi Prada Louie bally, I don't need a stylist, I'm taking all my goons to Cali, then we hit the islands
Order up 500 1s, I throw it all it follies, plug in Japan, so we kick it like karate
Bad bitch from Switzerland, her daddy G. O`Donnie, every time I'm on the phone we talking bout some money
I weigh it up, and wrap it up, I ship it across the country, the streets are concrete jungle play the game like it's Jamungie

[Hook]

[Verse: Off-Set]
My pockets is sloppy, only buy Rarris and Gottis, my clothes are exotic, Versace you copy
Migo gang is my possy, takin over like the Nazi's, I just got out the county, money old like Bill Cosby
Hunnid bands, in all hundreds, when I make it rain it thunder, cop a lam every summer, rapping bricks like it's a condom
I'm a rich nigga bitch, don't even think about licks, slap a nigga with a stack, then I piss on that bitch
In the club sippin lean, but I'm still buying cris, shawty wanna talk to Off-Set, bitch you ain't on the list
Don't mix the lean with the sprite, drink my mud out the seil, I'm in Louie and Bally, I rock my bitches Chanel

[Hook]

[Verse: Take-Off]
Young Rich Nigga, follow me like Twitter, all green diamonds on my neck, look like the wriller
Red, White, & Green Louie`s, bought them on the day of Christmas
Art the teacher, you the student, put you in detention
I got the camic, you my chef, and put you in the kitchen, now you dirty dancing boarding wippin washing dishes
I took yo main bitch and then I turned her to my mistress, pull up in Audi pull up in Rarri, whip full of net, it is a mystery
The rich nigga of the century, it's going down in history, energizer bunny, wrist keep going, it got energy
Back then you ain't know me, now that sack make you remember me, get the 4-5 for my enemy, tell the Lord forgive tha sin in me

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"YRH"
(feat. Rich Homie Quan)

"YRH"
(feat. Rich Homie Quan)



[Intro: Quavo]
Chasing the cheese macaroni
Keep the pocket rocket on me
Hell naw we don't fuck with no phonies
You can tell yo' bitch we some young rich homies
Young rich homies, young rich homies
You can tell yo' bitch we some young rich homies
Young rich homies, young rich homies
You can tell broke nigga we some young rich homies

[Hook: RHQ]
Ok Now all my niggas violent, all my niggas violent
We ain't even sign no deal yet, me & Migos we mobbin
I'm like all my niggas violent, all my niggas violent
No Master P but we bout it
Say all my niggas violent

[Verse 1: Quavo]
No Master P but I'm bout it, bout it
Tell Yo Bitch we the young rich homies betta slow yo roll jabroni
Run up on the block they shoot sumn
Walking around with that that tommy gun
Young niggas in the hood love the molly satan
When they pop it, they'll chew it like some bubble gum
Can't fuck with the plug, that nigga be taxin
So I had to make a mission like the famous Jett Jackson
Got all these pocket rockets on my body, lookin like a young nigga got go go gadgets
Look at yo bitch n' she ratchet
Still beat the pot up like Cassius
Make the work disappear like magic
Hit the plug in china town,order up another package

[Hook: RHQ]
Ok Now all my niggas violent, all my niggas violent
We ain't even sign no deal yet , me & migos we mobbin
I'm like all my niggas violent, all my niggas violent
No Master P but we bout it
Say all my niggas violent

Chasing the cheese macaroni
Keep the pocket rocket on me
Hell naw we don't fuck with no phonies
You can tell yo' bitch we some young rich homies
Young rich homies, young rich homies
You can tell yo' bitch we some young rich homies
Young rich homies, young rich homies
You can tell broke nigga we some young rich homies

Ok Now all my niggas violent, all my niggas violent
We ain't even sign no deal yet, me & migos we mobbin
I'm like all my niggas violent, all my niggas violent
No Master P but we bout it
Say all my niggas violent

[Verse 2: Offset]
Young, rich and we ruthless
Wipe me down, no Boosie
Blue diamonds, no Tookie
I got J's nigga, like Pookie
I'm cookin whipping them dueces
Steven Spielberg, make movies
You smoking on that boatweed and we smoking on them cookies
Woke up in a mansion, but I went to sleep in them trenches
Started off in them Honda Accords now I'm riding in them Bentleys
Yo bitch fuck with a young nigga, I'm dunking her like Timothy
Them bullets just like Ritalin, make a nigga calm down instantly

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Ask yo mama! Ask yo bitch!
I grab the fork and I cook up a brick
I grab the pint and I pour up 6 (I’m pouring it!)
Activis, I don’t do Quality (Lean)
Lettuce and cabbage and broccoli (Cash!)
I’m cooking up catfish, tilapia, (fishes!), and I got flounders
Got yo bitch fucking on camera (Smash!)
Hell nah we don’t fuck wit no phonies and you can tell yo bitch we some young rich homies (yo bitch!!)
Just left my jeweler, so much ice on my neck got pneumonia
Guisepppe stepper, Christian Lubuiton’s, and Maison Margiela
(The stove hot the block hot middle of the summer wearing leather!)

 

[fox69]

"YRN 2 (Intro)"

"YRN 2 (Intro)"


[Intro - Quavo & Takeoff:]
Huh, turn the headphones up
I mean just a- yeah, yeah, you good
Let me turn these lights off
Let me fire up this cookie real quick
You know how we get it
Can’t find my lighter though
Migos
Young rich niggas
Young niggas been doing real boss shit
They know where they got this shit from
Came in the game kicking doors, fucking hoes, and rocking gold
Now our pockets swoled
Been having hoes
Been having niggas on go
For real
Ask about it

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
I’ma put on for my city
You gon’ put on for these bitches
Young nigga I came from nothing
And now I’m at parties with Diddy
See at first they didn’t believe me
Now this shit coming way too easy
I’m with a paid assassin
Run to the money, we dashing
We the ones came up with dabbing
We put ‘em on trap fashion
I made a play out in Athens
I’m whipping up Kylie Kardashian
Same niggas see me having
Used to be the same niggas laughing
Now my palm itching
Now my palms itching
Came from bomb pitching
My mama be the witness
Free my convicts
That took a long sentence
All my niggas came from the north, they born menace
Ay, ay, no Kanye
I walk in the trap, play with yay
Bao, bao, ra-ra-rao watch what you mu’fuckers say
Call up the lean, pour an eight
Then pour an eight, tray tray
Then I fill a Backwood, the cookies it came from the Bay
Bitch, I came from the trap
Take her phone, she wanna snap
I don’t get no sleep, I just take naps
I look out the peep, 12 at the trap
I look out my peep, 12 at the trap
Ay, my nigga gon’ run with that sack
Ay, my nigga gon’ flex on that pack
I jump out the window then forty yard dash
That’s the shit I used to do in the past
Now we through playing, we playing with cash
Chopping my top, get your top out the ash
Wrestle with work like my name Kevin Nash
Let me take it back just for two minutes
Fourteens and the nines, had tools in it
And you notice that it didn’t have windows
That the first fucking million dollar bando

[Verse 2 - Takeoff:]
Takeoff!!
Some niggas came in the game dashing but Migos you know we came in with the fashion
Ain’t talking ‘bout the Nutella but we the most underrated rappers reppin’ and havin’
My niggas have a 30 plus a 30 in the vicinity literally (so that’s a 60)
I would give you names of these Migos clones but it’s every rapper in the industry
And they wanna know why we pressing these niggas, they don’t let us in they facility
Cause if you ask me I feel like I should get a percentage the way they be stealing me
Elmo, these niggas they tickle me
Drink codeine and trap out the embassy
Mama said niggas’ll envy me
Behind the lot shootin’ at my enemies
Quavo got Kylie, well I got that Kimberly
Drinking codeine, I move slow like a centipede
We brought that flow back when niggas didn’t know
Compared Migos to Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
I put my blood sweat and tears in the game
And I still got more years so I bet they’ll remember me
All of these niggas they trying to rap nowadays
When I start spitting I ball cause it’s inner me
Remember taking trips in the Infinity
Looking for gold, electronics, or Benjamin’s
(hot, hot) the block is sizzling
Gotta stay low key cause witnesses snitching
Who the fuck told ‘em north side wasn’t the trenches
These niggas bitches, they want some attention
Niggas get put in detention
It ain’t my fault, nigga, it’s your decision
No presents up under your christmas tree
Cause I am the Grinch, stole christmas
Wonder why your children not watching Disney
Cause Migos we making a history
Bought twenty pints of Activis, you think I’m sellin’ em, but it’s just for me to sip it
If you don’t believe me you can ask Quavo, matter fact Offset was right there with me

[Verse 3 - Offset:]
Offset!!
History repeat itself, I got locked up again
I came home to the Benjamin’s
As a young nigga they always envied me
You copy my dab, you lil niggas are mini-me’s
My necklace it cost me a brick a piece
Fuck the bitch so good I make the bitch’ knees week
Dropped the top off the Bentley, it’s up to me
I sat on a milly while I was in custody
Picked up my stick, hundred rounds in my clip
Double cup of Actavis, I pour a couple zips
I’m that same nigga that jumped in the VIP
Lot of niggas pussy ‘cause they know that I’m a killer
Made a couple million, but the bricks up in the rental
We was in the bando, trapping, capping, I remember
I really beat the nigga, caught a pussy nigga stealing
Get hit with that stick and I bet you gon’ feel it
Pull up in Maseratis, where my ceiling
I see a nigga plotting, where my semi
I can whip me up a brick in a minute
Throw on Margiela one day, then Givenchy
Got the game in submission, your bitch in my kitchen
Don’t care ‘bout no ho cause that money my mission
Chill Will want a body, his finger been itching
And my Ferrari got bricks by the engine
Don’t fuck with no rappers, these fuck niggas bitches
I’m not being friendly, I don’t want to kick it
Didn’t write no letter, you niggas ain’t visit
I took a plea, I said fuck it, I did it
YRN 2, nigga listen up, hear it
We back on our shit, you can’t fuck with us period
I see a million when I’m in the mirror
Get hit with the Glock and I scrape off the serial
Hop in the Lamb, hit the gas, hit the gear
I got a shooter with me, he right here
I got your bitch suck my dick, on my leer
Police be watching me like a premiere
Put that lil bitch on some molly
She ride on my dick like a trolley
All of my cars are exotic
Knock a nigga off, don’t get indicted
Grah