Migos

[fox69]

"Grew Up In The Streets"

"Grew Up In The Streets"


[Hook:]
I been in and out of jail I grew up in these streets
I be juuging for for real I grew up in these streets
I be flexing on these hoes I grew up in these streets
I ain't never had a job I grew up in these streets
I grew up in these streets, I grew up in these streets
I grew up in these streets, I grew up in these streets
I been in and out of jail I grew up in these streets
I be juuging for for real I grew up in these streets

[Verse 1:]
My parents all the way from Haiti, I was born in Queens
Smash 'em then I toss 'em like some chicken wings
Now I'm getting money everything is foreign
If it ain't foreign then it ain't important
Now I'm pulling up in Ashton and the Maserati
When I'm on the scene you better tell some body
Came down from the N-Y
To the A yeah, a nigga so fly
Can't lie cause the hold hood fuck with me
Got your girl rolling on a molly
Straight up, just met your ho, now she trying to fuck

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
You see this Rolex on my wrist I got this shit from juuging
I ain't no chef but I'm steady cooking
Young rich nigga straight up out them bricks
In a foreign whip, with a foreign bitch
Now I'm rocking all Versace with the Prada shoes
If you try me nigga you up on the news
Have your baby mama singing the blues
A hundred thousand dollars stuffed in my Tru's
Rapping on some hundred thousand dollar beats
Young rich nigga straight up out them streets
And I got them goons for your ass
They gon' blast, just for cash, leave you dead real fast

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Handsome And Wealthy"

"Handsome And Wealthy"


[Hook:]
I don't know why I came in this club with you, girl
Don't know why I came in with these diamonds on my chain
Surrounded by bad bitches I can't get 'em out my face
Maybe cause' a nigga handsome and wealthy
Is it cause a nigga cook like a professor
I don't know how you feel can you tell me
I won't know how you feel 'til you tell me
Is it cause a nigga handsome and wealthy

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Is it cause I'm a star
It maybe could be my star status
I got my chain and ring
My Rolex watch it got 50 carat
It could be QC or even maybe it's me
It could be that 4 hour flight, shopping in Beverly
What's on your mind?
I'm not Ginuwine
Ain't tryna spend no time
I know my bitch she so fine
But I don't know what's on her mind
Gotta pay that cost to be a boss
I put on my Louboutins playing golf
Young nigga walking with Nina Ross
I'm dropping the bombs like Viet Cong

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
They say I'm picky cause all my bitches exquisite
I'm in some vintage Givenchy smokin' a Philly
The dope that I sell is the purest
The junkies they hit it, they scratchin' and itchin'
The flow that we killin', the flow that we spittin'
My nigga you know we invented it
Dripping in St. Louis, I'm a lunatic
I'm a Migo but my bitch an immigrant
I got the boot but no Timberland
I am the plug, you the middle man
I never leave my niggas starvin'
You niggas mistake me for Marvin
I got 15 bricks I'm finna drop
In there right next to that carbon

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Offset]
Is it my looks or is it my wealth?
Or is it the way that I carry myself?
Let me know I need some help
Don't keep that secret to yourself

Bitches be saying I'm acting funny cause a young nigga got a lotta money
She lookin' at me like she want somethin'
Can't give her nothin' but a couple hundreds
She sucked up on a nigga, tryna give a nigga kisses baby girl you trippin'

I don't know how you feel can you tell me
I know why you came
In this club tonight
Looking for a nigga that's gon' change your life

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Hannah Montana"

"Hannah Montana"


[Hook:]
Hannah Montana, Hanna Montana, Hanna Montana, Hanna Montana
Hannah Montana, Hanna Montana, Hanna Montana
I got molly, I got white
I got molly, I got white
I been trapping, trapping, trapping, trapping all damn night

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Hannah Montana I'm selling them bricks out the phantom
Got Hannah Montana I'm drinking the lean out the phantom
Glaw, Glaw, Glaw, fuck nigga got anna
Got your bitch, she white, Hannah Montana in a Panamara
She a college girl, but her wrist Katrina
In the kitchen, and she baking like Anita
Hit the club, diamonds shining like I'm drinking Magarita
I'm in London with the plug, getting the same car as the Beatles
Got bricks in the Audi, the Hannah Montana, the molly go crazy
Got Lizzy Mcguire, Got Linsey Lohan and I can't forget about Katie
I keep the white like the 80s, I keep the white like I'm Shady
Put the white rims on the Mercedes, young nigga feel like Pat Swayze

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Got your main bitch on the handle, she dropping and popping no castles
I'm smoking on gas like tobacco, I'm drinking on lean taste like Snap
In the vip rolling a cord, passing out mollies to foreigns
They popping them like they some skittles, 2 bitches one me, Malcolm in the middle
Hop off up in the new Bugatti, cameras flashing paparazzi
She popping that castle, no Nazi [?]
I'm twisting the rock like I'm Rocsi
She sweating like she ran a mile, she soaking wet she need a towel
She sucking her lip, biting down
She moaning and making them sounds
She came while she sucking me now
I'm looking at her like damn
Hannah making them go bananas
She fucking and sucking on camera
Pop a handle, she got stamina
My jag, still a Panorama
I'm beating the pussy like Michael, I call her Dirty Diana

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Hate It Or Love It"

"Hate It Or Love It"


[Hook - Quavo:]
I copped the coupe, then I blew out the brain, aye
I fuck a hoe, then I don’t know her name, aye
I got some niggas that gon’ ride to the end
Forgive me Lord, I repent all my sins
Hate it or love it we winning again, and again, and again, and again
[x2]

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
I copped the coupe, then I blew out the brain
My rollie bust down – no “Plain Jane,”
I’m fucking on hoes; I don’t know they name
Hate it or love, bitch, we in the game
My niggas walk in and we shoot up your place
Got a halloween mask and a dirty AK
I fuck on her one time; she want me to stay
I’m pitching hardball like I play for the Braves
I call my plug and he give it away
Then nobody touch it, it looking amazing
Hate it or love it, we get to the faces
My pockets so sloppy, ‘bouta make it with gravy
Fuck is you saying?

[Hook - Quavo:]
I copped the coupe, then I blew out the brain, aye
I fuck a hoe, then I don’t know her name, aye
I got some niggas that gon’ ride to the end
Forgive me Lord, I repent all my sins
Hate it or love it we winning again, and again, and again, and again
[x2]

[Verse 2 - Offset:]
Hate it or love it, we winning
Put my heart in my music – it’s genuine
Dropping the top off the Benz
We came from the bando community
You know that we started the trend
These niggas copy us, usually
Your bitch want to fuck – she a fan
She got good brain; let her tutor me
This was apart of the plan
Dropping the top in the Lam’
We did this shit for the fam’
These niggas know who I am
Drop the top on the Bentley and it’s over
Hop in the Porsche and pull over
Dropping a four in my soda
I fucked that bitch at the [?]
She piped up, I noticed
I’m having cash and it’s on me
Welcome to the mansion, this a castle
Hop in the pool, it’s deep
Never meet a nigga like me
We had to make it out the streets
I was in a Lam’ on a beach
Hate it or love it, we gonna’ eat

[Hook - Quavo:]
I copped the coupe, then I blew out the brain, aye
I fuck a hoe, then I don’t know her name, aye
I got some niggas that gon’ ride to the end
Forgive me Lord, I repent all my sins
Hate it or love it we winning again, and again, and again, and again
[x2]

[Verse 3 - Takeoff:]
Hate it or love it, my nigga thugging
Light up that cookie, smoke out in public
Double cup, a nigga pouring muddy
It get ugly – hate it or love it
Fuck that broke nigga, don’t fuck with the industry
Literally, I don’ been shot at, like 50 Cent
Fuck niggas having them feminine tendencies, really you niggas just envy me
Niggas be sneak dissing, think they offending me
YRN 2, the rich niggas, they feeling me
I can’t stand broke niggas ‘cause they be killing me
Niggas they hate me ‘cause they can’t get rid of me
I copped the coupe, then I blew out the brain
Don’t know what I’m talking ‘bout? I mean mentally
My diamonds come from Elliot Avianne, you get your diamonds from Tiffany
Hate or love it, my niggas we got the top, my nigga, and we turned nun’ to something
You can talk down all you want to, but you cannot stop my God when them blessings be coming
They don’t want to see me make it
Talking ‘bout Karma when I’m out in Tijuana
My niggas, they keep it one hundred
Hate it or love it, my niggas, they get to the money

[Hook - Quavo:]
I copped the coupe, then I blew out the brain, aye
I fuck a hoe, then I don’t know her name, aye
I got some niggas that gon’ ride to the end
Forgive me Lord, I repent all my sins
Hate it or love it we winning again, and again, and again, and again
[x2]

 

[fox69]

"Highway 85"

"Highway 85"


[Intro - Quavo:]
Take it back to the north side
Migo N.W.A nigga

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
Woke up quick at about noon, just thought that I had to be on the north soon
Hop in my Beamer to see my moms, my mom started trippin' but my [?]
Stopped at the gas station, get it pumped by the [?]
See some niggas that ain't like where I came from
I grabbed my Glock then I dialed one number
Tell my brother that I'm slipping and I'm in trouble
So the nigga I don't like made a move to the right
I grabbed the Glock and point it at him on sight
The nigga to the left told me put the gun down
BOW one round, Uh, it's going down
I ran out the store, I can't believe I ain't hit
My migos pull up with macs and sticks
Rel hopped out and let 2 shots off
Then I looked around the corner it's Gwinnett County law
I rolled down the window, it's the officer
Put his nose in my car, he say he smell the herb
He opened up the door and asked me can he search?
Hell Naw, officer you know how much I'm worth?
I'm worth a million

[Hook x2 - Quavo:]
High speed chase, going down 85
Blue and white lights on the north side
High speed chase, going down 85
Young nigga ain't trying to see no jail time

[Verse 2 - Offset:]
High Speed chase going down 29
Mama on my line sayin' I'm on Fox 5
I said "you sure Ma?" she said "baby it's live"
I said "Fuck twelve" turn up the alpine
Rockin' down [?] seen a punk ass busta
Got the 38 on me but this bitch kinda rusty
Fuck it I'm a shoot it, if it's jammed then I'm running
BOW BOW BOW BOW crumpet must be from Oakland
I ran through the cut, 12 chasin' me
Smoking on gas got the best of me
He getting so close, bout to tackle me
I turned around and emptied the clip, get from round me
It's fucked up, niggas in the hood they killing each other
And most of us got single parents, only a mother
Niggas in the kitchen whipping chickens, tryna get butter
Police on my ass cause the [?]
Police pull me over got the mac in the bag
Wait till he get up out the car and hit the gas
High speed chase down 29
And if I get caught I'm gettin' a lifetime

[Hook x2 - Quavo:]
High speed chase, going down 85
Blue and white lights on the north side
High speed chase, going down 85
Young nigga ain't trying to see no jail time

[Verse 3 - Takeoff:]
Once upon a time not long ago
3 amigos by the name of Offset Takeoff Quavo
Stayed on the north side, that's where anything goes
And if a nigga disrespect, he meet the funeral home
Wake up in the morning, thank him cause it's me that he chose
Migo Jerz at the bando with a fork in a bowl
My nigga called me at the park and said it's getting too deep
Jumped in my R8 with ostrich seats and hit the streets
Ridin' down club drive feeling myself
I know the block inside, I'm screaming fuck 12 sparking a spliff
My conscious telling me You tripping Takeoff think I see 12
Damn I shouldn't of served that nigga at the shell
Now lemme tell you a riddle
Mirror mirror on the wall, what would you do if police thought you pulled over your car?
Mirror, when do you picture the Migos falling off?
The mirror said you stupid boy, don't ask that question at all
I see red and white blue lights while I look in my rear
Put the gas out, it's Friday and it's smokey in here
Fuck another high speed chase, that's when the hemi kick in
Forgive me for my sins, I ain't going back to the pen
It's gon be a...

[Hook x2 - Quavo:]
High speed chase, going down 85
Blue and white lights on the north side
High speed chase, going down 85
Young nigga ain't trying to see no jail time

 

[fox69]

"Hit 'Em"

"Hit 'Em"


[Hook - Quavo:]
Your bitch look like she want to fuck some
That's what I did when I came in the room and I hit her with the uh (hit it!)
When a nigga hit the plug, when I nigga hit the trap and I hit em with the pump
Look at the pot, look at the egg beater, hit em with the uh (skkrt)
Hit em with it, hit em with it
Hit em with it
Hit em with it, hit em with it
Hit em with it
Hit em with it, hit em with it
Hit em with it
Hit em with it, hit em with it
Hit em with it

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
Hit it hit it, man I'm tryna stretch it to a whole fifty
Hit the juug, man I'm tryna put you niggas on if you with it
You niggas in your own lane, Migo gang in a division
Hit the pot just for the extras, abracadabra it's missing
Hit the pot, hit it hit it hit it, make em take that like Diddy
Fuck fuck nigga talking, pull up on the block with extensions
Look up the statistics, I'm worth a million
I might pull up in the coupe and hurt your feelings
If you shooting at a nigga, better hit him
Cause you never know, he could come back and hit you

[Hook - Quavo]

[Verse 2 - Offset:]
Hit em with it, remix em
Beat em with it, I'm a go and beat em with it
I won't ever leave it in her
Bullets hit the Sprinter, you sweeter than a cinnamon
I'm checking my agenda, you niggas acting feminine
Had enough to pay my dividends, Migos I'm a citizen
It was evident we had to stay passionate
Pissing diamonds accident, my money is immaculate
Hit em with the tackle
Pull out the chopper, not fronting I'll rush em
Sipping on Actavis in my blood vessel
I am not a mason but I'm rocking Margiella's
Higher than a motherfucker, just like a propeller
I'm riding in the Mulsanne, Bentley got umbrellas
My plug's too far so I tell a nigga mail em

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Takeoff:]
Nigga talking crazy like he want to buck
Hit him with the uppercut, I make him knuckle up
Pull up in the Lamborghini Murcielago to
Make your bitch buckle up, turn me up
Sipping on poison ivy, but nigga check my double cup
My brothers know Isley, tweety bird tweeting in my Bentley truck
Nigga talking bout a check then I'm a run it up
Shots fired at my sprinter bus, bap bap bap, grrrrrrraow
Nobody got hit, it was ten of us
[?], and they pulling up
Pick up the victim, then I point it up
Start busting, ain't no need to load it
I hit the gas, take out their expedition truck

[Hook - Quavo]

 

[fox69]

"Hit Juug"

"Hit Juug"


[Hook x2: Quavo]
Same ass nigga hit juugs
Same ass nigga hit licks
Same ass nigga ride 'Vettes
Same ass nigga flip bricks
Same ass nigga call the plug
Same ass nigga rock Tru's
Same ass nigga got cash
Same ass nigga got bands

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Same ass nigga hit juugs
Same ass nigga hit licks
Same ass nigga on the block
Gotta flip a motherfucking brick
Same ass nigga sip lean
Same ass nigga pop bean
Same ass nigga serve fien
Make the work bounce like a trampoline
Same as nigga rock Tru's
Same as nigga rock Rivals
Same as nigga with the mask
No Batman but a nigga Robin
Same ass nigga got swag
Same ass nigga pop tags
Same ass nigga got bags
Same ass nigga rock Jags

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2:]
Same ass nigga got cash
Same ass nigga got band
Same nigga in this club
When you making money make the other niggas mad
Same nigga hitting these licks
Same nigga that got bricks
Same nigga with your bitch
Young ass nigga coolin' the 'Vette
Man I'm getting tired of these same ass niggas
Ol' [?] old lame ass niggas
Wanna talk shit? I'm a bang ass nigga
I don't know who [?] same damn pistol
Two bad bitches and they riding in the Range
Got different names, but they look the same
Fuck with my niggas, don't fuck with the lames
Same campaign, Migos Gang

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
You ain't never seen no band
You ain't never sip no lean
You ain't never pop no bean
You ain't never seen Yao Ming
You ain't never had to twerk
Louis duffle bag full of twerk
You ain't never hit the block
You ain't never did no shows
You ain't never fuck no hoes
You ain't never had to flex
You ain't never have that gold
Posted up [?]
You ain't never [?], yellow diamonds on your wrist
You ain't never flip no brick
You ain't never hit no lick
You ain't never pull up on the scene
With the motherfucking Masi with a foreign bitch and she Japanese
Smoking kush and I look Chinese
And I'm flipping that work, and I got all the zips
Pouring up bout four zips, and the motherfuck [?]

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Hoe On A Mission"

"Hoe On A Mission"


[Hook - Quavo:]
I put my hoe on a mission, I put my hoe on a mission (hoe on a mission)
I put my hoe on a mission, I put my hoe on a mission (back in business)
50 thousand on me, I got a thousand homies
When you throwing up your squad you better ride on it, yeah
Yeah we at the top like we just climbed some stairs
Yeah we on the block, tryna get out of here
The streets only gon’ love you if you keep it real
That just how a young rich nigga feel

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
I know that a nigga can’t stand it
I know that a nigga can’t stand it
I know that a nigga can’t stand it
Ay ay ay
Put a ho on a mission named Brandy
I feel like I’m balling with Kansas
And I bought her some hair called Remy
I’m liking my ho with extensions
I bought her Céline, she ain’t want it
She rather go get her some chonies
She don’t fuck with no bitches that’s phony
She rather walk around lonely
She telling her best friend, how I just piped her down
Now her and her best friend, we having a threesome now
She was with me when I had all these pounds
She was with me when I kicked all these doors
She was with me when I was on the north
She was with me when I was on the north
She ready go out and rob for me
She ready go take a charge for me
Put her on missions across the country
2016 Clyde and Bonnie

[Hook - Quavo:]
I put my hoe on a mission, I put my hoe on a mission (hoe on a mission)
I put my hoe on a mission, I put my hoe on a mission (back in business)
50 thousand on me, I got a thousand homies
When you throwing up your squad you better ride on it, yeah
Yeah we at the top like we just climbed some stairs
Yeah we on the block, tryna get out of here
The streets only gon’ love you if you keep it real
That just how a young rich nigga feel

[Verse 2 - Offset:]
I put my hoe on a mission, she got to play her position
I got a thousand niggas, stay with some ammunition
They got revolvers on ‘em, they got some rifles on ‘em
They do anything for them chonies, and I’ma put prices on you
I got some racks in my sofa, I put the codeine in my soda
Pulling her hair while I fuck her and choke her
Hit her one time, girl you know that shit over
Kicking Activ, me and Takeoff gon’ toast it
Ain’t got no time for no playing no joking
I’m tryna get money, I gotta stay focused
Putting these plays in motion
Put me in the game and I’m gonna score
Gotta get money, more money, more more
Ain’t got no time to be chasing no whore
They come and they go and I can’t put ‘em on
All of my niggas directing my army
I put ‘em on missions, go pick up your gun
Ain’t got no job but they still getting paid
Them boys they gon’ play with that dick on AK

[Hook - Quavo:]
I put my hoe on a mission, I put my hoe on a mission (hoe on a mission)
I put my hoe on a mission, I put my hoe on a mission (back in business)
50 thousand on me, I got a thousand homies
When you throwing up your squad you better ride on it, yeah
Yeah we at the top like we just climbed some stairs
Yeah we on the block, tryna get out of here
The streets only gon’ love you if you keep it real
That just how a young rich nigga feel

[Verse 3 - Takeoff:]
My niggas been keeping it real
Nigga been having dab, that’s before the deal
Takeoff, I been worth an M&M
My mansion look like a galeria
Shitting on niggas, got diarrhea
Little bitty bitch with a large rear
Went and signed ‘cause my dogs here
Not from the north, you don’t belong here
It’s only one god I can fear
Wake up and I look in the mirror
Went and paid ten a piece just for my ear
Living a dream, Yung Rich Nation the gear
All of my niggas been here from the start
When I thought that nobody would never be here
Ain’t talking bout Visine, I see this shit clear
Grandma ain’t here so I shedded some tears
Bitches tryna get up on ya for a mil
Got your own partners tryna kill
Tryna steal, nigga is you for real?
Fuck around and get your cap pealed
Some of my niggas in the bando still
Making money off of vacuum seals
I take your main bitch, make a film
When I get through, I’ma pop a seal

[Hook - Quavo:]
I put my hoe on a mission, I put my hoe on a mission (hoe on a mission)
I put my hoe on a mission, I put my hoe on a mission (back in business)
50 thousand on me, I got a thousand homies
When you throwing up your squad you better ride on it, yeah
Yeah we at the top like we just climbed some stairs
Yeah we on the block, tryna get out of here
The streets only gon’ love you if you keep it real
That just how a young rich nigga feel

 

[fox69]

"Holmes"
(feat. Gucci Mane & Young Scooter)

"Holmes"
(feat. Gucci Mane & Young Scooter)



[Hook: Quavo]
Holmes, Holmes, Holmes
Holmes, Holmes, Holmes, Holmes, Holmes
Migo he my Holmes, Jesu he my Holmes,
Hector he my Holmes, Pedro thats my Holmes,
Holmes, Holmes, Holmes, Holmes, Holmes,
Holmes, Holmes, Holmes,
Juan that's my Holmes, Migo them my Holmes,
Hector that's my Holmes, Pedro that's my Holmes

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
Multi Multi Multi yes I'm Mr. Black Amigo
Coca Coca Coca cheap, prices on the kilos
Me and my partner Chico used to sleep in them Abandos
All white squares, now we get em by the hundos
Scooter met Hector and he made the world respect me
Oh no Chee Chee Chee, hell no he ain't gonna fuck the street
Used to live by the [?] on a small street
Jugged my money up and bought a house next to Gucci

[Hook: Quavo]

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Take it to the bando, sweatin tryna get that paper
Pull up in that grand black Audi Oakland Raider
I got Molly, I got OxyContin rollin like Bugattis
I got Hatians with the mid, they a fly it cross the islands
Toka brought rubba, thanks to Pedro, Hector, Sosa
Gotta watch out for them niggas with the venom like komodo
I got 50 bricks stashed in that 2012 Toyota
Gotta velcro seal the gas so that 12 won't smell that odor (HOLMES!)

[Hook: Quavo]

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Yeah you know I fuck with Shawty Lo
Shout out to goin home
Rest in piece that nigga Slim, he was straight from [?]
You know Guwap drop a Duwap, but kush still is my cologne
I turned a duecy to a tracy, with no scraping the side I'm scraping
I'm a gambling dark skin breaker (breaker)
Wappa, nigga I'm a thinker (thinker)
Shelf [?] (SHKRRT)
The best nigga in it, get it, need to gimme the belt
That's a Holmes lookin at me, wanna get something that fuck your chest
HOLMES!

[Hook: Quavo]

[Verse 4: Takeoff]
Ricardo them my holmes
Hit em when I call up blowin zones
Takin trips, around the globe
Take a whole bag we a cook alone (cookin)
Hector, Freethrow, Carlito them my Migos
Float me with Burritos in exchange he get Tortitos
I'm a Holmes, got a big ass home
Been sippin on Act for way to long (Lean)
Need Pt's for home
Migo gang, haha I feel like Don Corleone
I'm a godfather of my city (MIGO!)
Put a scar on your face Al Capone (Glah Glah Glaow)

[Hook: Quavo]

 

[fox69]

"Hot Boy"

"Hot Boy"


[Intro: Quavo]
Fuck, man. Brrrrtttttt
Hello?
What the hell you mean Ma? I ain't did shit!
Fuck!

[Hook: Quavo]
Feds hit the spot man I ain't saying nothin
They came around about 5 o' clock this morning (12!)
They telling me I'm copping contraband from informants
Channel 2, Fox 5, I'm America's most wanted! (Ooh!)
Hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy
Hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy
Feds hit the spot say I'm copping from informants
Channel 2, Fox 5, I'm America's most wanted! (Ooh!)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Yeah, yeah, Quavo
I pick up my shit and then hit the door (Oh shit! Fuck 12!)
Surrounding my house and they kick the door (Boom! Boom!)
"Don't move, get on the floor!" I hit the window and fell on the curb
I'm trying to get up and take off, the officer speared me, like Goldberg
Say "Where were you 3 o clock on the dot?" "My Momma's house" "You a goddamn liar"
Have you heard about your new worker? (Nah) Know I put him in your circle
I witnessed you purchase the pound (nuh uh)
I witnessed you purchase the brown (no you didn't)
I witnessed you purchase the white (no!)
Say goodnight down the road for a long flight

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Hot Boy like Silkk the Shocker, pull up on your blocka with the Waka Flocka
Momma hit me on my cellular told me that Quavo got caught by the coppers (Fuck!)
They say they've been investigating and Migo gang we connected with the mobsters (Huh?)
Can't talk to you niggas my lawyer talk. Fuck the prosecutor Mr. Marcus
Fuck! Lookin out of my window, I see a black truck and it's empty
Walk to the door check the peephole (what that is man?)
Then I start hearing a noise and it makes me paranoid (Damn!)
Thinking what the fuck is going on? (What the fuck?)
All of these tools like it's Autozone
If I get caught I ain't coming home (No!)

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Offset!
They said that I sold to informants
I told them I just got off touring
They circle my house like an orbit (damn!)
He telling me he gon extort me (huh?)
50% of my income, unfortunately he not gon get none
Life sentence or freedom so pick one
Fuck nigga you trying the wrong one (Fuck nigga)
Quavo call my phone, his spot got raided it just got kicked in
We all met up in the Westin
Who know what the fuck going on it ain't making sense (who know?)
The police talking they got evidence
I told you niggas bout serving them Mexicans (I told you niggas!)
Fuck! There go 12 (Fuck!)
I picked up my shit and I moved out the residence

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