Migos

[fox69]

 

[fox69]

"1017"
(feat. Young Thug)

"1017"
(feat. Young Thug)



[Intro:]
Who the fuck this nigga over here?
Boy, you 'bout to get fired on

[Hook: Quavo]
We don't fuck around with that fuck shit
We don't fuck around with that fuck shit
Fuck with 1017 you'll get bust bitch
Fuck with 1017 you'll get bust quick
We don't fuck around with that fuck shit
We don't fuck around with that fuck shit
Fuck with 1017 you'll get bust bitch
Fuck with 1017 you'll get bust quick

[Verse 1: Quavo]
We don't fuck around, we don't fuck around
Chopper with that hundred round that's a lay 'em down
Don't nobody move, don't nobody make a sound
All my niggas play with Whitney, that's that Bobby Brown

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I rob in my black tee, hit licks in my black tee
I'm not Gucci, 4-5 long as Shaq's feet
I'm sippin' on that mud, I'm not a pig, I'm a squid
Oscar flows in the spot, pull 'em open, bust you in

[Verse 3: Quavo]
All my niggas keep that sid like Billy the Kid
No drag queen, but we aiming at your wig
All my niggas keep that saw like that movie Saw
Double pump, pistol grip, that's that sawed off

[Verse 4: Young Thug]
Take 'em off for his belt, but we not soft
We get them choppers shipped in straight from Moscow
These diamonds brighter than the light, I'm a fucking moth
Teach a lil' nigga how to juug, I'm his fuckin' Scott

[Verse 5: Quavo]
WWE, yeah, you know my team is raw
If the boss say don't fuck with you then get lost
If the plug front me bricks then I get it off
Fifty choppers in that Maybach like I'm Ross

[Hook]

[Verse 6: Takeoff]
I’m posted at BP, serving that gas like QT
Foreign bad bitch she a cutie, call the plug up for a QT
All blue Lambo tookie, Steven Spielberg, I make movies
Me and Thugga Thug just boolin
Strapped with choppers and Uzi's
Got an Asian plug with the sushi, smokin' diesel, call it dully
Don’t front me no set, I’m taking off with it, call me Darren McFadden
You know I wear Prada, you niggas wear nada
I can get you knocked off, that’s a done dada
Tomorrow the Louis, I’m tired of the Truey
But niggas can’t do it so I gotta do it (do it, do it)

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"11 Birds"

"11 Birds"


[Quavo:]
Yeah, Migos, Julio
I'm feeling like Julio, uh
We know game

Play like a champ, uh (champion)
Play like a champ, uh (champ)
Play like a champ, uh (champion)
Play like a champ, uh (champ)
Got a win for the ring (winning)
Yeah, we know game (yeah)
I'ma teach you how to score
Touchdown, Julio

Here go the birds
Here go the birds
Here go the birds
Here go the birds
Here go the birds
Have you ever seen birds on the field play?
Have you ever seen birds on the field play?
Have you ever seen champions, 'cause we know game
Have you ever seen champions, 'cause we know game

[Takeoff:]
I am a champion, I know the game (champ)
They know the name, we bringin' the pain
Quarterback vision, precision my aim
Run with that sack like a mouth on some train
I put in work, this is my turf
You thinkin' 'bout takin' it, must be insane
We play when it's sunny, or snow and in rain
Don't matter the weather, we play all the same
They call us champs, 'cause we been champions (champs)
And we been off with a Super Bowl ring (ice)
We know the game like the coaches but play like the OG
That's why we the best in the league
Breakin' pelvis, knockin' off helmets
What happen when you face the winnin' team (winning)
Here come the birds and wings
When we on that field, let's see (see)

[Quavo:]
Have you ever seen birds on the field play?
Have you ever seen birds on the field play?
Have you ever seen champions
'Cause we know game
Have you ever seen champions
'Cause we know game (let's go)
Here go the birds
Here go the birds
Here go the birds
Here go the birds
Here go the birds
Here go the birds (whoo whoo whoo)
Here go the birds

[Offset:]
Offset!
Yuh, Super Bowl rings
We goin' hard, blitzin' they team
Go 'gainst the odds and we turn to machines
Block out the haters when I run the screen
The fans in the crowd give me cheers when I screen
We got good defense we watching the wing
Running on the sideline, tip-toe lean (sideline)
We up by the halftime, fourth on the three (hey hey)
We got a lock down on defense, uh
Not taking no L the whole season, uh
Throw me a bomb and I'll leave 'em (bomb)
Defeat 'em, we dogs, we eat 'em
Yeah, play like a champ (champ)
Yeah, make every play count (count)
Yeah they counted us out
We got our name out took a rock now we out

[Quavo:]
Play like a champ, uh (champion)
Play like a champ, uh (champ)
Play like a champ, uh (champion)
Play like a champ, uh (champ)
Got a win for the ring (winning)
Yeah, we know game (yeah)
I'ma teach you how to score
Touchdown, Julio

Here go the birds
Here go the birds
Here go the birds
Here go the birds
Here go the birds
Here go the birds
Have you ever seen birds on the field play?
Have you ever seen birds on the field play?
Have you ever seen champions, 'cause we know game
Have you ever seen champions, 'cause we know game

 

[fox69]

"2Pac & Biggie"

"2Pac & Biggie"


[Hook: Takeoff]
I'm the next 2Pac and Biggie
Scaled dope for 2Pac, pockets on Biggie
Pop a molly have you shaking like that nigga Diddy
Your pockets fat but now they slim, call it Missy

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
I got that Bobby Brown but I ran out of Whitney
Still got some Brittney, got a lot of Lindsey
Citgo on 48, come get this Julius Erving
Smoking Larry Kush and we call it Eddie Murphy
And I keep my circle tight, like a virgin
Black and grey old Cutlass, George Gervin
Fuck your mama make you made, call me Melvin
Drugged up I'm bout to overdose, call me Elvis
The world is mine I feel like Scarface
I'm fucking hoes I feel like Babyface
I know some migos put a scar on your face
That bitch bad she got a baby face
Her ass fat but she got a baby waist
That's my lil' boo thang, I call her Babycakes
Bout to go to the jeweler, call up TV Johnny
Want Takeoff to do a show? Gon' cost some TV money

[Hook x3: Takeoff]
I know junkies in the street selling DVDs
Mp3's, I know niggas who sell M-16s
Got a plug that's talking them brinks, them that Yao Ming
Got a plug on that gas, and that lean

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I know junkies that will kill, for a bump
I know niggas that finesse pigeons out the trunk
Lil' goons on the block like a 9 to 5
I know J's that cut your grass just for a dime
I know hoes that sell they soul for bankroll
Same bitch in high school, she act like I don't know her
Birds flyin' in, just for the summer season
Coca so good, had the junkies nose bleeding
Junky clean my rims, rake my leaves, wash my car
Cause he know I got that pack [?] tp Mars
I ask lil' mama have she ever [?] of them bars
She suck me up then call my phone askin' for them bars
Feds calling up my phone saying that I'm selling squares
Selling birds, selling pigeons, flying to Brazil
Feds calling up my phone saying that I'm selling squares
Selling birds, selling pigeons, flyin' to Brazil

[Hook x3]

[Verse 3: Offset]
Plug across the water, I'm taking a vacation
Plug helping me eat, [?] salvation
Your bitch with me (What time it is?)... penetration
And I fucked her so good she hyperventilating
International J's some be Haitian some be Asian
Quarterback vision, you can call me Peyton
J's at the Texaco working like they slaving
Working with the soda, it's already baking
Fiends crave it, fiends itching like it's poison ivy
Moving all these drugs, CVS should gon' and hire me
Shake and bake on a plug, call it Ricky Bobby
Sylvester Stallone on my wrist cause it rocky
Some fiends like the mollies, some fiend like the icies
Some fiend like the xans, white like Klu Klux Klan
My money be piling, my goons move silent
My goons be violent, finesse I'm outtie

[Hook x3]

 

[fox69]

"3 Mics"
(with DJ Ray G)

"3 Mics"
(with DJ Ray G)



[Hook:]
I came from mug shots
To posters on the block
Keep our song on replay
Now all we need is 3 Mics and a DJ
3 Mics and a DJ x3

Know 3 young niggas on the North
By name of Quavo, Offset and Takeoff
We mobbing pull up at your house
Squad open the trunk and I pull out that sawed off
Cutomuto he gone cut your throat, Migos dressed in the cut knock your jaw off
I came from bitches staring at me
Now when they see me they taking their top off
Brazilians, Snow Bunnies, and I like Dominicans
Gold on my Giuseppe Steppers, red on the bottom on my Christian Louboutins
I used to be jugging, finessing, remixing the plug on the island like Gillegan
I gave em a flow, and they stealing it
The block on fire, I can extinguish it

[Hook]

3 mics 3 mics 3 mics nigga that changed my life
Mama she told me get right
No more standing over the stove at night
Now I rock the stage and I get paid, it's 50k in my resume
Remember hitting licks in the Honda
Now I'm riding round president tints on a escalate
Picking hard ball like the Braves
Rocking out shows on the gravey
I told my mama we made it, Harriet Tubman chains no slavery
Breaking the sweat like the 80's
Play with the water like Navy
My niggas really in the field
3 mics we don't need a fucking deal

[Hook]

Back in the day a flamingo DJ Ray G playing Bando
That was the number one single
Bitches wanna come and mingle
Zonatti Guiseppe wrapped round my socks
We came along way from mug shots
Ducking and dodging the cops Ray G to me Offset stop
Offset never listen had to do a sentence when i got out we took to the top
They say when you worth a milli thats a different feeling
Wanna know benji im the definition
3 mics and a DJ shot fired on the freeway
Cooking the dope will get bagged like a replay
Running circles around you squares no relay

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"3 Way (Intro)"

"3 Way (Intro)"


[Quavo:]
3 way
3 way
3 way
Migo
3 way
Quavo!

I'm attached to the stacks
Still having big straps
Phone tap running laps cross the map hot trap
50, 000 on craps
Plug got that baby powder
These niggas out here sour
80k perform for an hour
Should of played for the Dolphins
Should of played for the Saints
Nigga saying it's a drought
Takeoff still having pints
Still playing with that oil
Still playing with that dope
Might catch me on the nawf
Still chopping it up with Bo
I got bitches out in Florida
Having bitches out in Georgia
New bitch hit my phone said she wanna give me dome
Cutting dope by Georgia dome
High school no diploma
Remember days on the nawf
Now I'm quarterback a coach
Better watch your approach when you pull up on the Chos
Yeah my niggas having sticks
Mama didn't raise a bitch
Now your bitch always call my phone for motherfucking snow
Today I just met the plug put him in the figure four
Old Quavo might just pull up and just kick a door nigga
Free my nigga Westside got 5 to the dope nigga
Free my nigga Kobe got 15 to the net
Now I got some hired shooters with the [?]
I don't mean no disrespect but I came for the checks
They free'd the savage Set
Concerts in Quebec
Put her on the grits
Young nigga hitting them licks
No Label 3
Independent signed for bricks

[Offset:]
(Huh-huh) Jumped off the porch
(Huh-huh) Picked up the fork
(Huh-huh) Stay with the torch
(Huh) We did this shit from the nawf
(Huh) Niggas be [?]
I'm with the shit I don't give a fuck
Slaughter your daughter get passed to my partner we fuck her then call up an Uber truck
Fuck it up (fuck it up)
Fuck it up (fuck it up)
Getting that pot do an uppercut
Get in that pussy like cootie cutters
Get you some money then live it up
Pull out that stick he start hiccing up
You see the ski start bitching up
Stand on the stage and pipe it up
Fucking your hoe while you wife her up
I got the birds like Mighty Duck
Swerve on the curb in the Bentley truck
Fuck what you talking we pulling up
Your face on the ground nigga pick it up
No Label (huh-huh)
No Label (huh-huh)
No Label (nah)
I'm getting my own paper
I get your bitch and slay her
I'm the president I'm not the mayor
Diamonds got my body cold I got em' bout four layers
I need a bitch that look like Drea
Catching bricks off in the mail
Nudie jeans
Ice creams from Pharrell
I'm a player

[Takeoff:]
Came in the game
Knock at the door
Nobody answered had to do a kick door
My niggas they on the same shit
Had to tell em' what that bando was for
I know that we not from Atlanta nigga what you think them two fingers and thumb for
And they been hating on me since I was a lil' boy tell me something I don't know
It's been a long road
I put in work but no cheat code
Pen on paper like kinko
Never look back and won't sell my soul
Real niggas never fold
Say you a hundred but you told
It's hot outside it ain't cold
Nigga seen the draco and froze
Nigga acting bold I'm a fuck around and wipe the pussy nigga nose
Strip a nigga out his clothes
Don't like it then pay what you owe
Bigger back end at the shows
Spanish for Telemundo
I got the Act in the bag right now
But I won't send you a four
Dope dressed up in saran it look like the pope
And get smoked from the gas bags it'll make you choke
If you pour up, smoke or snort coke
That what float your boat
This No Label [?]
Come from the goats
(Takeoff!)

 

[fox69]

"9 On Me"
(feat. Ballout & Chief Keef)

"9 On Me"
(feat. Ballout & Chief Keef)



[Intro: Quavo]
I got 9, stupid 9 on me, got that 9 on me, Romo

[Hook: Quavo]
9 on me (9!)
9 on me (Woo!)
9 on me (Pow!)
Got that 9 on me (Go!)
Romo, Tony Romo (Toooonny!)
Romo, Tony Romo (Go Go Go!)
9 on me (Woo Woo!)
9 on me (Ba Ba Ba Bow!)
That 9 on me (Flex!)
9 on me (Go!)
Romo, Tony Romo (Toooonny!)
Romo, Tony Romo (Go Go!)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Ima' cowboy, cause I got that 9 on me
Tony Romo, glahh glahh get away from me
All my goons like linemen, you can't get no sack from me
I took your bitch, I smashed your bitch, left her at the Double Tree
They call me Tony Romo, 9 on me, its solo
Got goons with me that'll hit your ass up, nigga I ain't talking bout no homo
Call up mercy for the mojo,yall niggas ain't getting no dough
Call up the up the plug just for a 3 5, nigga but that whole thing in a relo

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Ballout]
I got that 9 on me, run up you die homie
I just hit a lick, so I got it for the dirt cheap
I'm in the trap juugin' all day, sellin' them things
They going for 9 homie, I got my 9 on me
Migos hit me up and said they need 9 homie
I'm like thats crazy cause I'm in the bando now homie
In the kitchen cooking chickens, wrapping up pies homie
And I got my 9 on me, I got my 9 on me

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
(Sosa Baby)
Posted on o'block, I ain't worried bout shit I got my 9
And this bitch hold 30 shots, sucker you can I hope I miss
Glory gang we v.i.p, my homeboys can't wait in lines
Squad tote .223 I tote nene's
And these fuck boys they ain't on non
'Member when I use to trap, now I ain't gotta trap nomore
I ain't even gotta rap, bitch I can die in this trappin game
GBE bitch we the squad, I know you wanna get signed with me
I just got like 9 a tape, now I'm 'bout to get high right now

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Add It Up"

"Add It Up"


[Intro: Quavo]
Ay, ay, count that money up, add it up!
Ay, run that check up, add it up!
Ay, count that knot right here, add it up!
Ay, run and go get that money over there, add it up!
Ay, go get the truckload, get the truckload, add it up!
Migos! Go!

[Hook: Quavo]
Got hundreds of p's, they comin' in, no Tonka truck
Fuck nigga, he don't believe me, he could go add it up
Add it up [x12]
The bricks just came in, the molly came in
The white just came in, you don't believe it, fuck nigga, add it up
Add it up [x9]

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Add it up like a new calculator
In the trap with two guns like I'm Tomb Raider
Hop on the track with no pen or paper
We blowin' up, I got that detonator
You could add up the dope like accountants
Put that dope in the water, don't drown it
Add it up right now, bet it motherfuckin' lookin'
Like a nigga livin' up on a mountain
I dreamed I woke up in Phantoms, naked bitches in a mansion
I did my calculations, most of you rappers is imitatin'
They back on the island, I'm contemplatin'
Should I shoot to kill in my situation?
Mama said "Quavo, better stay patient!"
The dirt that I done you add up the cases

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Offset]
Beep! Fff!
That's that money machine and it's addin' up!
The trap is a bakery, whippin' and cookin'
The dope, I send it straight to Canada!
Young Offset trappin' in your area
Jungle fever, got the white and I marry her
I see Justin Beaver, the ghost is way scarier
Hit a juug, fifty bags of the good cannabis
All these other conversations irrelevant
If you ain't talkin' bout Benjamin Frank
Gold fingers like a trophy and painting
Got the 45., turn you to a sharp painting
My pockets is healthy, Zanotti Giuseppe
My money is stretching, my money athletic
Tyler Perry, makin' movies, they epic
I'm not the one from Cuba, that's my necklace

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
We fucked the world up when we dropped that "Versace"
It topped the chart, nigga, so add it up
"Versace", it got us a M and 'em
Don't believe me, fuck nigga, then count it up
Stealing my flow, we come to your show
Put you on camera and we embarrass ya
Fuck your management, and your manager
You is a amateur, choppa'll damage ya
Trappin' and cappin', had to make it happen
Trapper turned rapper, my mama happy
On the block trappin', don't serve undercovers
Snakes in that grass, they gon' get you on trouble
If I get jammed, put that on my mama
That I won't tell on my brother
In the bando and I'm countin' the fuck out the p's
Got rich off a pot and some water

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Addicted To Gangsta"
(feat. Quavo & Hoodrich Pablo Juan)

"Addicted To Gangsta"
(feat. Quavo & Hoodrich Pablo Juan)



[Quavo:]
She addicted to the gangsta
She addicted to the gangsta
Can't fuck with you if you ain't gangsta
I swear to God man she love a gangster
She addicted to the gangsta
Addicted to the gangsta
She addicted to the gangsta
Addicted to the gangsta
She addicted to the gangsta
Addicted to the gangsta
She addicted to the gangsta
Addicted to the gangsta

[PeeWee Longway:]
Ass on my ig mentions on my twitter
These bitches be digging my gangsta
Crocodile dundee guiseppe Zanetti lifestyle rich and famous
Trappin' pounds of famous Amous cookies
Original gangster twisting my fingers
I keep it gangster sippin Texas Rangers
Egyptian gold on my fangers'
Blue face rollie brr brr brr with the boogers
Yo bitch just chose up on a gangster
The blue m&m put franklins on ya thang
Choppa shock ya like ya bankrupt
Bitch you a wangsta
Take off my ferragamo belt and spank ya
Yo bitch addicted to my trap and dab
Stuff crust roll up and my purple drank

[Quavo:]
She addicted to the gangsta
She addicted to the gangsta
Can't fuck with you if you ain't gangsta
I swear to God man she love a gangster
She addicted to the gangsta
Addicted to the gangsta
She addicted to the gangsta
Addicted to the gangsta
She addicted to the gangsta
Addicted to the gangsta
She addicted to the gangsta
Addicted to the gangsta

I heard she fuck with only bosses
She addicted to gangsters
We on the island swimming' with dolphins
She wanna kick it with gangsters
Have you ever had a pack or two
Listen up this is the gangster rule
Hold me down when a nigga hide
Ain't never trap out a trap spot but bando (bandos)
With the boards on the windows and they know
We the realest young rich niggas on the north (northside)
I know your bitch like it when I say anything goes
I'm the head honcho you lose your life like pronto

She addicted to the gangsta
She addicted to the gangsta
Can't fuck with you if you ain't gangsta
I swear to God man she love a gangster
She addicted to the gangsta
Addicted to the gangsta
She addicted to the gangsta
Addicted to the gangsta
She addicted to the gangsta
Addicted to the gangsta
She addicted to the gangsta
Addicted to the gangsta

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Due to the fact I been having' sacks
Cop a 5 to a 9 go to the work with the pack
These bitches the put up they skirt for the mac
Bitch go check the skirt when I drop off the pack
Just bought a 18 wheeler seems like I drive it better when I'm backing it back
Everybody knows I'm a dealer Dope on my Maison Margielas little bitty bitch due to the fact
Ooh carti rap Longway just told me I'm dabbin' like wax
And my shooters like the movie Shottas
Chopper city my bando it clap
Whole 'nother gangster they kick it with me while I work at my trap
Serving a chicken 18 I'm fuckin' little shawty we splitting the cap

[Quavo:]
She addicted to the gangsta
She addicted to the gangsta
Can't fuck with you if you ain't gangsta
I swear to God man she love a gangster
She addicted to the gangsta
Addicted to the gangsta
She addicted to the gangsta
Addicted to the gangsta
She addicted to the gangsta
Addicted to the gangsta
She addicted to the gangsta
Addicted to the gangsta

 

[fox69]

"Adios"

"Adios"


[Verse 1: Quavo]
These bitches see a young nigga
Cause I'm walkin' round with these hundreds
When I pull up in that Lambo
So fast you ain't even see me coming
I got chickens out in the country
Got a AK finna start drumming
You was talkin' shit behind my back
But now here a nigga you ain't sayin' nothin'
Young rich nigga live forever, my trap game A1
You say that I'm broke how dare ya
I ain't never goin' broke never ever
Your arms and your legs I sever
Then feed em to the sharks for dinner
Quavo too hot like a kettle
Young nigga and I keep the heavy metal

[Hook: Quavo]
Adios, adios, adios
You ain't talkin' cash nigga adios
Adios, adios, adios
You ain't talkin' to the plug nigga adios
Adios, adios, adios
If you ain't talkin' Benji's nigga adios
Adios, adios, adios
You ain't talkin' gwala nigga adios

[Verse 2: Take Off]
You talkin' bout cash adios
I pull up in drop top convertible Rolls
My chain is all gold, the Fendi to Gucci to Louie
I see it I buy what I want
Young rich nigga I take a toast
Finessin' Pablo, he gotta go
Up on the boat, finesse Pablo out his O's
Meetin' up with Carlito
I'm takin' the trip cross the globe
The dope that I smoke get you high, UFO
I see that you ain't gettin' it back, no repo
It's for me though, bitch adios
You standin' and lookin' like you seen a ghost
Maybe it's cause I'm in this Phantom Ghost
I'm trippin' I just finessed you out the do'
Finessin' the plug, it's adios

[Hook: Quavo]