Migos

[fox69]

"Flying Coach"

"Flying Coach"


[Intro - Quavo:]
I can’t love her, ‘cause she like a ghost
That bitch that do the most
She like ... ghost
I can’t love her, ‘cause she do the most
Oh!

[Hook - Quavo:]
I can’t love her, ‘cause she do the most, (lil bitty bitch) yeah she do the most
I gave her all I had, and now she ghost, (lil bitty bitch) now she ghost
Independent, we been jumped up out the porch, (lil bitty bitch) jumped up out the porch
We fly business; you mad ‘cause you flying coach, (lil bitty bitch) yeah you flying coach

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
I got so many decisions, ravens fly with the pigeons
I beat the pot, while you be the witness, try me – we don’t aim at kidneys
I throw back a perc’ to call my tensions; we pipe it up in the city
I got your hoe in my DM’s; I got your hoe at my mentions
The plug, he live in my mansion
He got bitches in the kitchen dancing
Then they gone for a month
Then go to trapping all the way in Kansas
Nigga never rode a transit
Hit the pot, like a canvas
Feeling like Jamie Foxx, ‘cause I’m in love with a bitch named Fancy
This game is dirty like a fucking Banshee
When I started getting money, now you can’t stand me
I almost lost my life, one night in Miami
I go back to Miami, drinking out the hammock

[Hook - Quavo:]
I can’t love her, ‘cause she do the most, (lil bitty bitch) yeah she do the most
I gave her all I had, and now she ghost, (lil bitty bitch) now she ghost
Independent, we been jumped up out the porch, (lil bitty bitch) jumped up out the porch
We fly business; you mad ‘cause you flying coach, (lil bitty bitch) yeah you flying coach

[Verse 2 - Takeoff:]
I cannot love her, that bitch do the most
Want to slam my door, what you mad at me for?
Mad ‘cause I didn’t let you come to my show
But you calling my phone, standing at my front door
Is you mad ‘cause I didn’t take you serious, hoe?
Comedian bitch, you delirious, hoe
Kill yourself, jump off the building
I walk in the kitchen, grab the knife, and go slit your throat
I don’t do favors; you know that’s a no
Fucked them up on the dab, going up on the show
Kicking a door, when the bando get slow
F-f-f-fuck up the pot, they want more
These bitches fucking for (zero)
These bitches give it up
I guess you want lust for the trust
I’m like a squirrel; I just want me a nut
Take the pot and I give it an uppercut
Most of these niggas be dick riding nowadays
Tell these niggas to wrap it up
Like an octopus, I’m getting money in eight ways
Young Takeoff, my stack is up
Since I remember, two years ago made ‘em say bando
Now they say pipe it up
Remember they talked down and doubted us
Now when I walk the Earth, I make the street erupt

[Hook - Quavo:]
I can’t love her, ‘cause she do the most, (lil bitty bitch) yeah she do the most
I gave her all I had, and now she ghost, (lil bitty bitch) now she ghost
Independent, we been jumped up out the porch, (lil bitty bitch) jumped up out the porch
We fly business; you mad ‘cause you flying coach, (lil bitty bitch) yeah you flying coach

[Verse 3 - Offset:]
I can’t be loving this hoe
This bitch like the green light; this bitch like to go
I gave her the Beamer; I gave her the Rolls
But this little bitch still gon’ creep on her toes
I see the moves, so I watch how I move
She fucking niggas; she tryna’ to be cool
She broke as a bitch; she got nothing to lose
Giving it up just to put on some Loub’s
How can I lie, bet that thing like a pool
All of these bitches be loving the crew
Ain’t no one on one we fuck by the two
YRN fashion, I’m dabbing on you
You mad at me now, so I’m laughing at you
You something to do; you get hit in a room
Mama told me not to jump over broom
They hungry for money, they tryna’ get grooms
I like this bitch; she got an attitude
I think that I like the bitch, but I can’t wife the bitch
I’m in a Lambo, look what racks do
Whipping up crack; I can make a deuce
Bringing it back, make a brick turn to two
Bringing it back, make a brick turn to two!

[Hook - Quavo:]
I can’t love her, ‘cause she do the most, (lil bitty bitch) yeah she do the most
I gave her all I had, and now she ghost, (lil bitty bitch) now she ghost
Independent, we been jumped up out the porch, (lil bitty bitch) jumped up out the porch
We fly business; you mad ‘cause you flying coach, (lil bitty bitch) yeah you flying coach

 

[fox69]

"Foreal"
(feat. Migos)

"Foreal"
(feat. Migos)



[PeeWee LongWay:]
Foreal...
Foreal...
Foreal.Foreal
Foreal.Foreal
Foreal.Foreal...
Foreal... So Sincere...

Foreal...
Foreal...
Foreal...
Foreal.Foreal
Foreal.Foreal
Foreal.Foreal
Baby... Yea
LongWay Nigga

She for me, I'm for her, My type of bitch
Rock out with me, in the trap serving splits
Still with the same nigga, came out the brick
No new friends, shoot for my homeboys

Everything I do sincere
Skies the limit, I'll take a jet, Lear
Sipping on lean in a root beer
So Sincere, So Sincere

Foreal... Foreal.Foreal
Foreal... (Foreal)
Foreal... Foreal.Foreal
So Sincere, So Sincere
Get it by my pop (Get it by my pop)
So Sincere (So Sincere)
Show mama dollars (Show mama dollars)
So Sincere, So Sincere

Hit a nigga ass up with the choppa
Yellow Tape, I'm at the doctor by my potna
Giuseppe he stepping at the murder scene
Fresh as a bitch cleaner than Listerine

Bite down on molly not a bean
VVS shout out like Horror scene
Jugging them bricks, I'm Charlie Sheen
How could I not go hard for my team

M.P.A. Bandcamp, all [?] me?
Get it for the low, Bags of the OG
Set it off, could [?] for the whole [?]
Bands in my pocket call them bitches Monique

I'm so sincere that bitch gotta be free
Elegant sediment, body unique
Bitch wanna run around the lobby with me
[?]

All of my niggas in the lobby
Boot it up, [?]
Me and my nigga, my nigga call shots
We just wanna add it up, M&M
My type of a bitch that a rock out the spot
[?] spell M&M?
She know I'm chief of the [?]
Longway

She for me, I'm for her, My type of bitch
Rock out with me, in the trap serving splits
Still with the same nigga, came out the brick
No new friends, shoot for my homeboys

Everything I do sincere
Skies the limit, I'll take a jet, Lear
Sipping on lean in a root beer
So Sincere, So Sincere

Foreal... Foreal.Foreal
Foreal... (Foreal)
Foreal... Foreal.Foreal
So Sincere, So Sincere
Get it by my pop (Get it by my pop)
So Sincere (So Sincere)
Show mama dollars (Show mama dollars)
So Sincere, So Sincere

[Quavo:]
Foreal...
Who got the PT, ready to pay two thousand foreal
My niggas come kill, they'll lay your ass down foreal
She popping a molly, that bitch wanna roll foreal
You think that I'm playing, young nigga foreal

What nigga you know trapped out the 'bando pay the whole damn neighborhood bills
What nigga you know, no training, they got a mill in the floor foreal
Sincere, but my niggas bout killing, all of my niggas want Bentley's
So guess what we did? We beat up the block now we trapping out Bentley's

M.P.A. Band camp, they keep it real to me
Migos Gang, M.P.A., so you know they'll kill for me
So you probably can't get nowhere near me
Do you feel me?
Double down [?] in here seriously

[PeeWee LongWay:]
She for me, I'm for her, My type of bitch
Rock out with me, in the trap serving splits
Still with the same nigga, came out the brick
No new friends, shoot for my homeboys

Everything I do sincere
Skies the limit, I'll take a jet, Lear
Sipping on lean in a root beer
So Sincere, So Sincere

Foreal... Foreal.Foreal
Foreal... (Foreal)
Foreal... Foreal.Foreal
So Sincere, So Sincere
Get it by my pop (Get it by my pop)
So Sincere (So Sincere)
Show mama dollars (Show mama dollars)
So Sincere, So Sincere

 

[fox69]

"Forest Whitaker"

"Forest Whitaker"


[Hook: Quavo]
We got big guns like Marvin
I'm spittin' fire like a arson
Hop out the Lam and don't park it
You talking bout gas, we having a forest
Came from the gump, no Forrest
One eye open like I'm Forest
(Who you talkin' 'bout?) Forest Whitaker
If you didn't get the picture
My niggas keep the big missiles
Break in your safe house like Whitaker
(Who you talkin' 'bout?) Forest Whitaker
If you didn't get the picture
My niggas keep the big missiles
Break in your safe house like Whitaker

[Verse 1: Quavo]
2 million on the mansion, got a butler in it
And the nigga name is Cecil
I'm the last king on the North
So I gotta look out for my people
Mansion got a panic room in it
Dare a nigga try to break up in it
Came from the gump, I'm feeling like Forrest
Walking the trap I'm experimenting
Street kings off a bling bling
It's a brand new day and a bird gon' sing
Rich niggas on the same thang
Yung Rich Nation we just living the dream
All this gold like I'm livin' in Zulu
Welcome to my kingdom like Shaka Zulu
I don't want your hoe because she working voodoo
Spaghetti, Baguetti, don't like it but you do
Forrest Whitaker

[Hook: Quavo]
We got big guns like Marvin
I'm spittin' fire like a arson
Hop out the Lam and don't park it
You talking bout gas, we having a forest
Came from the gump, no Forrest
One eye open like I'm Forest
(Who you talking bout?) Forest Whitaker
If you didn't get the picture
My niggas keep the big missiles
Break in your safe house like Whitaker
(Who you talking bout?) Forest Whitaker
If you didn't get the picture
My niggas keep the big missiles
Break in your safe house like Whitaker

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Stake out for the check, Forest Whitaker
Bloodsport, shit can get physical
I like the color of money, they callin' me Eamus like I'm Forest Whitaker
I'm riding the sprinter it's bullet proof
No Forrest, but I'm in the phone booth
My diamonds shining take a peep at you
Canary yellow diamonds, Pikachu
Everyday's Halloween we pulling out costumes
And these kids love me like I'm a cartoon
The streets are like the Vietnam war
When the bitches see me they get star struck
I can't argue with no niggas, cause shit can get physical
Bullets come flipping and it was critical
I don't think I hit 'em, but I know I hit 'em cause they calling them Whitaker

[Hook: Quavo]
We got big guns like Marvin
I'm spittin' fire like a arson
Hop out the Lam and don't park it
You talking bout gas, we having a forest
Came from the gump no Forrest
One eye open like I'm Forest (who you talking bout?)
Forest Whitaker, if you didn't get the picture
My niggas keep the big missiles
Break in your safe house like Whitaker
Forest Whitaker, if you didn't get the picture
My niggas keep the big missiles
Break in your safe house like Whitaker

 

[fox69]

"Freak No More"

"Freak No More"


[Intro: Quavo]
Young rich nigga, Migo!
(Honorable C Note)
Young rich nigga, Quavo!

[Verse 1: Quavo]
She's a stripper naked dancer but she's begging me to wife her, (No!)
When the first time I met lil' mama she was a one-nighter, (One night!)
Hell nah, I don't love nun' but my money and my rifle, (Money, Glahh!)
At the top like Eiffel Tower, I told her to beat it
You would have thought she was Michael! (Go!)

She don't wanna be a freak no more, (Freak!)
She don't wanna take molly, get geeked no more, (Geek!)
She don't even wanna strip no more
She don't wanna see the pole
Cause young nigga walking straight in with the gold
I apologize, you know that my niggas they witnessed you naked, (Naked!)
You want me to tie the knot?
Oh no no no, she must be crazy! (Crazy!)

[Hook: Quavo]
I know she's a freak
I know that she freakin'
I know she's a freak
Super freak
So please do not try to run game on me
I'm not a Playstation
Please do not try to run game on me
I'm not a 360

Then she told me, (Ugh!)
She don't wanna be a freak no more
She don't wanna be a freak no more, (No more!)
She don't wanna be a freak no more
Don't wanna be freakin', no

She don't wanna be a freak no more
She don't wanna be a freak no more
Don't wanna be freakin'
Don't wanna be freak no more

[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset!
She was 16 when she had a baby, (16!)
Her baby daddy kept on driving her crazy
She wondering how she gon' take care the baby
She working at Folly walking around naked!
She telling me she wanna tie up the knot, (Huh?!?)
I fuck her then kick her right out of the spot, (Get out!)
I don't know what the fuck up with these strippers
They don't have a house and don't have a vehicle! (You broke!)

These bitches ain't shit I forgot to mention, (Huh?)
You cuffing that ho, who you think you tricking?
Sneaking and geeking, I see your eyes, (Geekin'!)
She's fucking for money but in denial
Your daughter be seeing nigga's in and out, (Damn!)
Your kissing your daughter got dick on your mouth, (Ew!)
I know she's a freak and I don't have a doubt
She's a dirty bitch and I don't have a doubt! (Dirty!)

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
I met this bitch, said her name Kimberly
I met her when I had a show out in Beverly
Said, "What you doing out here in L.A.?"
She on vacation but stripping in Tennessee
I got her number, asked her what she doing later
She said she would hit me on my cellular, (Cellular)
I knew she was digging my pimping
And new Christian Louboutin's forgot to mention. (Red bottoms!)

I brought that bitch in my facility
Told her, "My favorite room in here's the kitchen, (In the kitchen)
After I whip all these chickens
I watch you get naked and wash all these dishes", (Wash all these dishes, bitch!)
She licked me, she fucked me, she sucked me
Then tried to give me a kid, but she's tripping, (Huh?)
She wanna hit my muddy trouble double
Told that bitch, "Pour your own muddy trouble"
I shouldn't have fucked her, now she's in her feelings, (What?)
Shawty broke down and start telling her business
I said to lil' mama, "You tripping
I don't give a fuck what you did, cause business is business." (Business is business!)

So now we sitting in my condo, (Top floor!)
I don't even know what to say no more
She's telling me, telling me she don't wanna be a freak no more, but...

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Freestyle"
(feat. Young Thug)

"Freestyle"
(feat. Young Thug)



[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Pull up and wet up the city don't care about no feelings
I shoot at your children
Pull up and kill 'em don't care bout no feelings
I pop out and shoot at the city
I'm cooking big birds and chickens
I pull up with tons and tons of da midgets
I'm going far as the stars you're afraid of heights the sky is my limit
You're bittersweet like a lemon
Hey I'm a move you up to Beverly but not the Center
Hey Young Thug gon' bite that fish just like it's tenders
The way I'm geek'd up don't noun one of my members
Hannah Montana, banging in red bandana
10 thousand dollars toe ring right inside of my sandals
My bitch having swellas, she ride with the nana
She don't give no fuck 'bout no cameras (Bling bitch!)
She got her a lawyer not goin' to the slammer
Plus she did trial in a Phantom (Rich bitch!)
I'm a pull up leave it running, I walk in the club, don't play I snook the gun in
My bitch think she dreaming cause I grabbed the Tommy
She thought that I grabbed on my stomach (tummy!)
Cook so much dope it startin to look just like comic
It could make a young kid vomit
Catch a dumb ho, hook her up to phonics
I'm slick and ironic

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I'm taking your bitch out to Beverly Hills
And I did'nt give her nothing but a molly pill
I'm the Fresh Prince and I live on a mansion, young nigga my daddy not Phil
Me and Young Thugga we drank muddy trouble
My pockets inflating like I blew a bubble
When the mixtape dropping Migo?
Young nigga just wait on it! You acting like undercover (12!)
In the kitchen and I'm whipping the pot
And it getting thick on me like peanut butter
Baw, glaw
Short with the gwalla, I'm coming at you like the headhunter

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Pull up on you and your people
Me and my Migos illegal but that choppa legal
Guiseppes and now they black and white, they zebras
Set the bitch off like I'm Queen Latifah
In Puerto Rico kicking it with Carlito
He put me on Chico he gave me a kilo
You fuck niggas taking my lingo
Pull up on you get my shit back like I'm repo...
Thugger my brother we got different mothers
We fucking these bitches you cuffin' her...
Bet you don't know she be sucking me while you've be kissing her!
Offset fucked her, Quavo fucked her, but you fucking that bitch with no rubber...
These bitches be trippin', fucked all my brothers
And expect for me to love her! (I could never love her)

[Verse 4: Offset]
Pull up and I got the Tommy aim it at yo' head I turn it to an omelette
I'm connected like Vonage I run to the money I'm faster than Sonic
You an informant I hang you like ornaments
Pics in my mansion Mozart did the portraits
Got your bitch in the condo I'm all in her ovary
'Sace my chest out like I am with Jodeci
I'm a wizard with bricks, Harry Potter, do sorcery
I'm at the top and no nigga is over me
Run in yo' house like I'm Jeeper Creeper pour a 4 in the 2 liter
Christian tha Louboutin, walking on hyena
Straight out the trenches I use a egg-beater I whip up a beamer
Beat it like Tina...
Beat it like Jax and I beat the pot my knuckle got a damn fracture (ha ha!)
Add up the digits my nigga money on top of money, fractions
My niggas they all about action, no camera
Pull out the choppa, it hit yo' ass hard like the judge, with the hammer
You niggas is monkey
That's why the choppa got a Hundred-round hanging, banana
These bitches be asking me questions like
'Offset why the hell you walking on mammals?'
Bitch because I am an animal
Watching me like I'm a channel
I got the white call it Pamela, Anderson
White Lambo Jennifer Aniston
Black diamonds, I call it African
Offset fresher than a mannequin
YRN plugged in with Rich Gang
We got plenty money, diamond chains

[Verse 5: Young Thug]
I drank a 4 and now I'm leanin'
She drank her a 4 and now we leanin'
I didn't even cry homie
How I feel when I lean...
How many, how many, how many, goin with me
How many Ms, I got circles ain't no Mickey Ds
Migos got a birdie of it
Throw away the cutlass get a Panamera
Hey, Mama gotta mansion now she perfect
Spared my last mill but it turned out to be worth it
She just wanna do it for the Vine
She just wanna do it cause she know that she a dime
If you ain't got no rollie she do not waste her time
I don't want your weed boy you're smoking on pines, nigga

 

[fox69]

"Fuck Up The Pot"

"Fuck Up The Pot"


[Quavo:]
Fuck up the pot with the fork [x14]

[Takeoff:]
Takeoff
Fuck up the pot with the fork
Ain't a boss if you taking a loss
When my niggas we shopping don't care bout the cost, came a long way from buying Lacoste
Back To back Maybach, I feel like Rick Ross
Take a trip to meet with the plug, I'm a knock him off
Rubber band Benjamin's stashed in my vault
Think I'm Chris Tucker the way that my money talk
I'm a take that fork and that pot, scrape it I'm tryna make me a knot
Nigga walk up trapping on the block, fuck it I'm looking out for the cops
Puttin' my wrist in my pot until my heart stop
Free my nigga that be locked up in the cell block
Junkie say my dope in him feelin' like Hancock
In the bando, I'm Shaquille O'Neal with the blocks
She gone make you fall in love when you meet her
24 karat gold eggbeater
[?] told me how to treat her
Now that I got her, I will never leave her
[?] swap it out for a feature
Whatever you do, I'm a have my Nina
Teach you a lesson like I'm a teacher
Die for my respect like I'm Aretha
Takeoff

[Quavo:]
Fuck up the pot with the fork [x14]

[Quavo:]
Quavo
Fuck up the pot, I gotta go get me a knot
Walk in the bando, you know that it's smellin' like twot
Cookie bag look like snot, got a green house thousand watts
Screamin' out thug life Quavo Pac, WCW Hulk Hogan the pot
You mad cause I'm on, I put myself on, now I got a Asian plug he in Hong Kong
I talk to Offset every day on the phone
He told me go hard leave these fuck nigga lone
Pull out the chopper, they scared of the chrome
Underground tunnel right under the dome
If you ain't talking money then hang up the phone
I beat up the pot while I'm in Rolling Stone
Young nigga came from the nawf
My nigga doin' the most
Fuck up the pot with the fork
Still gettin' 50 a show
I can't wait to go turn on the stove

[Quavo:]
Fuck up the pot with the fork [x14]

 

[fox69]

"Fucked Up The Kitchen"
(feat. PeeWee Longway)

"Fucked Up The Kitchen"
(feat. PeeWee Longway)



God damn
Fuck
Whooohh
Fucked up the kitchen [x2]
Long way
Mama

Damn I'm running from task
What you gon do when the migos and longway running round with the mac
Young nigga searching for Bags
Hurricane wrist been in task
We fucked up the kitchen
Sorry mama I did it we fucked up the kitchen

Mama I fucked up the kitchen
Sorry steve urkel I did it
Me and peewee pull up in the speed
Ni ni with the loader it's stenching
Hoes in the kitchen cooking naked
I bet she won't take a gram
I'm not the black eye peas
But I can lead the peas like Will-I-AM

Cooking dope hit it with the turf
Country boy want a real erk
Choppa hit his ass murder murder
Longway and migo we on the block lurking
Me one connected we [?] of my search
Trapping og gas up out my bitch working
Giuseppe my toe and maybach with the curtain
And that one thing for sure and that two thing for certain

Damn I'm running from task
What you gon do when the migos and longway running round with the mac
Young nigga searching for Bags
Hurricane wrist been in task
We fucked up the kitchen
Sorry mama I did it we fucked up the kitchen

The kitchen it make me a mili
I took that mili and bought me a bentley
Fuck up the kitchen with a fork and a skillet
Ain't no competition my nigga we winning
Maison Margiela limited edition
Actavis sipping fucking up my kidneys
I but the boogers in my breitling bezel
That nigga looking like a pretty penny

Giuseppe stepper high top alligator
I sense all you niggas on a Schwarzonator
You see it's the label different flavor now or later
The choppa turned you to a harlem shaker
Don't fuck with them niggas that's ignorant
Trapping and getting it
I pull in the phantom
The ghost is a mystery
Migos the gang and my niggas made history
Literally pulling the rari from italy

Damn I'm running from task
What you gon do when the migos and longway running round with the mac
Young nigga searching for Bags
Hurricane wrist been in task
We fucked up the kitchen
Sorry mama I did it we fucked up the kitchen

 

[fox69]

"Gangsta Rap"

"Gangsta Rap"


[Intro:]
We're not against rap
We're not against rappers
But we are against those Migos

[Hook - Quavo:]
Gangsta rap is back
Gangsta rap is back
Gangsta rap is back
Gangsta rap is back
Gangsta rap is back

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
Fuck the media
They hatin' on a young gangsta
We put the bando in the Wikipedia
Still these niggas ain't thankful

[Verse 2 - Takeoff:]
Migo Gang, we the most dangerous
Narcotics made a nigga famous
If you bangin' twist your fingers
Throw a party for the gangstas

[Verse 3 - Quavo:]
We the biggest gangstas at the top of the list
Get my brothers snow bunnies and say they off like wrist
They recordin', reportin' 4.5 on my dick
I just gave them information 'bout my new bitch

[Verse 4 - Takeoff:]
They asking me questions
No information no participatin', ain't no conversation
They hatin' I made it, speculatin'
Takin' 'bout how many drugs, they fakin'

[Verse 5 - Quavo:]
Gangsta rap comin' back like a nigga got 80's crack with an 8-track
Come in your house, where the safe at?
Homie don't play that

[Verse 6 - Takeoff:]
Young niggas we bringin' back gangsta rap
I put that dope right up where your bitch anal at
My brothers keep a girlfriend in my cal-de-sac
When the white people see me have a heart attack, cause of that...

[Hook - Quavo:]
Gangsta rap is back
Gangsta rap is back
Gangsta rap is back
Gangsta rap is back
Gangsta rap is back

 

[fox69]

"Get Right Witcha"

"Get Right Witcha"


[Quavo:]
Hold up, get right witcha (I'm a get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck 'em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain't really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck 'em)

Yeah, coupe is robotic, I ain't touchin' (nah, skrt)
Lookin' at your hoe because she bustin' (ye, woo)
Ridin' in the coupe with the wings (brrt)
Going to Thailand with them chinks (chinks)
Percocet party, servin' fiends (perky!)
Swear to God my plug was Vietnamese (brrt brrt brrt)
Taliban, my drugs, wrap 'em please (Taliban)
Servin' all day, my gas on E (let's go)
Thirty hollow tips in extendo (bow, thirty)
Shadows keep wavin' by my window (woo, shadows)
Thankin' God he saved my life from kick doors (God!)
Still sippin' oil, Migos Citgo (drank, gone)

Hold up, get right witcha (I'm a get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck 'em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain't really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck 'em)
Get right witcha (I'm a get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I'm a get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I'm a get right witcha)
Get right witcha

[Offset:]
In the kitchen with a lot of white (white)
I done fucked a lot of niggas' wife (smash)
Make a milli, then I make it twice (M's)
Bought that Wraith and had the ceiling light (Wraith)
I like a bitch with some cellulite (ooh)
Tape a brick to her, take a flight (ooh)
Used to ask what the lick was like (where?)
Now I'm askin' what the Lear look like (huh?)
Niggas copy, Mike Tyson bite (ahh-urr, ahh-urr, ahh)
Smokin' cookie yeah that's dynamite (cookie, woo)
Lamborghini, white on white (Lamborghini)
All these diamonds yeah they white on white (white)
Takin' chances, had to roll the dice (aye)
Send my shooters, come and take your life (brrt)
Born with it, count a hundred thousand start snowin' with it (hundred)
Go and get it, thirty round clip tear off a arm or ligament (rrah)
Bitch I'm a dog from menace (urr)
You trappin' hard for pennies (go)
Hop in the frog, it's tinted (skrrt)
Askin' the lord, forgive me (hey)

[Quavo:]
Hold up, get right witcha (I'm a get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck 'em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain't really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck 'em)
Get right witcha (I'm a get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I'm a get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I'm a get right witcha)
Get right witcha

[Takeoff:]
Pop me a missile (aye)
Take me a picture (flash)
Get right witcha (I'm a get right witcha)
Lit like Christmas (like Christmas)
White like tissue (white)
Drank too official (drank)
Cut like scissors (cut)
Boy got wisdom (wisdom)
Fuckin' on vixens (smash)
Hoe game itchin' (itch)
Fuckin' with the wrong one, trippin'
Thirty round extension for the tension (brrt)
Hundred round drum, listen
Fuck around and end up missin' (brrt)
Get 'em knocked off for a ticket
Have my young nigga do the sentence
Aw man, whip up the white, Wendy
Pick up the pipe, and she get no penny (nope)
Rockstar livin' life, Lennon
You can do better, never settle
Keep a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
I tell the plug mail them
Which way? dat way, tell 'em, aye

[Quavo:]
Hold up, get right witcha (I'm a get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck 'em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain't really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck 'em)
Get right witcha (I'm a get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I'm a get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I'm a get right witcha)
Get right witcha

 

[fox69]

"Goin' Through It"

"Goin' Through It"


[Hook: Offset]
I'm goin' through it, my nigga ain't even loyal
He snitchin' on the kid, I heard it from my lawyer
I'm goin' through it, my bitch ain't even my bitch
She let the whole team hit, this bitch ain't worth shit
I'm goin' through it, my brother in the cage
My grandma in the grave, the Lord told me be patient
I'm goin' through it, I gotta get this money
I'm a always ride in foreign, the codeine what I'm pourin'
I'm goin' through it

[Verse 1: Offset]
I'm goin' through it, man this shit so crazy
'07, lost my brother, 15 years in them cages
Now my grandma rest in peace, that was my first lady
Thousand dollar specs on my face to block the haters
Goin' through it right now but still chasin' the paper
My bitch fucked the whole team, I never should have saved her
And now I'm goin' crazy, cause I'm just goin' through it
I still walk around with Rugers cause I like to shoot 'em
I thought I loved that bitch to the mothafuckin' core
I bought her Jimmy Choos, I bought her Juicy Couture
I treated her like a queen, but she was the neighborhood whore
And now she tryna ride with me cause now I'm on tour
Money, money, money, money got me in a Porsche
Money, money, money, money got [?]
I'm rollin' up a 3-5 [?]
Feds watchin' me, still servin' J's, I'm paranoid

[Hook: Offset]

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I'm goin' through it, my niggas in the slammer
I had to go to Wal-Mart and collect some Arm & Hammer
And go hard in the kitchen, finessin' [?]
Do numbers water whippin', Young Quavo, yeah I did it
My bitch, she smashed the whole team, damn that ho too friendly
So you know when I sign that deal, got to know I ain't buyin' that ho no Bentley
Ain't seen him in two years, now he wanna come around, gotta know somethin' fishy
And I told my momma if somethin' happen to me, she can have my riches
Young Quavo, ain't leavin' my wealth to none of these bitches
Cause once you dead and gone, she'll have another nigga in your kitchen
Water whippin', show her how you did it
If I get her the Bentley, she'll have another nigga in that Bentley

[Hook: Offset]

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
I've been goin' through it, shit been crazy
2000, lost my cousin, cried like a baby
My ancestors been goin' through it, back then in slavery
Now the time faster, I am the master
Could've been me back then, nigga woulda been like "Fuck your master"
My name Takeoff, I am NASA
Every move I make, is spectacular
Northside is my nation, and I'm an ambassador
I pray to the man above, palm to palm
Remember back in '07, almost lost my mom
That woulda hurt my heart, prolly wouldn't have no heart
Prolly would've been stopped right then, prolly wouldn't been no start
Back to kickin' them doors, back to juugin' them cars
But I pray to God, cause he healed my mom
If you talkin' 'bout that bread, then I want every crumb
Runnin' to the money like I'm in a marathon
Foreign bitch, pop a zan like she pop a gun
Smokin' on that kush, it smell just like an underarm
And the check say it wanna get married to my thumb
Goin' through it like a nigga locked up with no bond

[Outro: Takeoff]
I'm goin' through it
2000, lost my cousin RiRi, rest in peace
'07 lost my big bruh to the feds
Free Player Made
Just lost my grandmomma
Rest in peace Sally Smith, I love you
Done took so many losses, it's only right that we win