Migos

[fox69]

"Naw FR"

"Naw FR"


[Hook - Quavo:]
Your bitch, she wet, she leakin' (naw forreal)
Don't fuck with you niggas, you sneakin' (naw forreal)
Can't turn my back on the hood, need me (naw forreal)
When you gettin' money, stack it up for a reason (naw forreal)
Take a look at my life back then, trap season (naw forreal)
When you make it, everybody think that it's easy (naw forreal)
My family need me (naw forreal, forreal)
My squad let me lead 'em (naw forreal, forreal)

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
Keep this bitch ass nigga off of from 'round me, naw forreal
I had the plug with the molly and the xans and the marijuana fill
Want to live the Migo life? It's hard to live
Want to walk in my shoes? That is hard to fill
Naw forreal, man you know that we made a mil'
Independent, I cease and desist your deal
You niggas trippin' cause you out of business
And we came in the game so fast, we're professionals
Started doin' shows at mansions and obsessions
You seen it, everybody know, they witnessed
Nah forreal, R.I.P. my nigga Pistol P
I know he send a nigga down blessings
Now I wanna walk around on the north
Nigga gotta keep the MAC 10

[Hook - Quavo]

[Verse 2 - Offset:]
Naw forreal, really had to sit down and do some time
Naw forreal, young rich nigga got rich off of a halftime
The block be beatin' like Alpine, forreal, 200 for the [?]
Stand at the stove, whip a slab, that's a cookie slab
Police tried to get me for a case, I had an alibi
Nah, fuck niggas you a lie
Real hitta, [?]
Forreal we were hot boys
Put the gun up in your mouth like Altoids
Trapper start snappin', gotta be a damn poet
We ain't ho-in' no lean, go ahead and pour it
Skinny tires on the Rolls we lookin' bow legged
I'm a bachelor, I live in a mansion that's gated
40 for the [?]

[Hook - Quavo]

[Verse 3 - Takeoff:]
Naw forreal, pints double sealed
And the OG air bag come vacuum sealled
Remember kickin' in your door takin' flats
And the door stickin' out at my grandma crib
Trap on the block where the [?] see the snow
Young nigga tryna make a dope deal
They askin' me questions like Dr. Phil
Got excited when I seen a half a mil'
I was playin' just to get a record deal
Now we independent, worth a couple M's
Came a long way from bustin' out sticks and stems
It's a lot of shit that I regret I did
Can't let negativity get to me
I take a private jet to Sicily
So you the grinch who stole Christmas
I got the OG gasbag Christmas tree

[Hook - Quavo]

 

[fox69]

"Nawfside"

"Nawfside"


[Hook - Quavo:]
Wake up in the morning, gotta thank God
Walking out the bando with a.45
Shake a 7/11 in the dog pound
It's just another day on the North side
I'm for real, nigga, you can ask about us, nigga
We earn stripes on the North side
Just another day, just another day
Just another day on the North
Real talk, nigga
I know niggas took a loss, nigga
On the North side, it's just another day on the North side
On the North, it's just another day on the North side

[Quavo:]
It's just another day, what is a day on the north?
Wake up in the morning, they kick in the door
We looking for money, we looking for gold
My niggas 100, my niggas on go
My niggas is trapping, dapping, what is you having?
Run with the sack and I go hit the hole
They calling me Quavo McFadden, no John Madden
I run the game
Look at my house, take a long at my ring
Walk in the North and I know I got rank
Pull up in the North and remember the day
I play the game like a game of spades
And I took me a flight to the Everglades
I told 'em that day that it was my way and never get paid of 50k

[Hook]

[Takeoff:]
Nigga, they bucking, they rubbing, they sacking
Taking the pounds and breaking them down
What a beautiful day, my AK came equipped with 100 rounds
Niggas talking like they got the crown
Find their body in the lost and found
Chopper louder than surround sound
It's an undercover in the underground
Just another day on the North side rollin' (rolling)
Riding around trying to get it in, 2Pac all eyes on me (2Pac)
My young nigga hit a 100 band jug and the car belt was stolen
Young nigga still strapped by the North side
Gwinnett County patrolling

[Hook]

[Offset:]
Trapping on Club Drive, Migos the Army got Mob ties
We hit the ground, we had to do time
Kick in the door a million times
My nigga Westside he had to do five
The hood were crying when Pistol Pete died
You gotta survive, the streets will eat you alive
They say we wear make up, but that was a lie
Broke in them houses, no burglar bars
You said that you hard, you niggas are frauds
I went to the pen and them times were hard
I got a bulldog and it's gonna bark
You niggas is bitches, you wear leotards
Bitches they mad cause I broke their heart
Needed college, I didn't go to Clark
Beating the pot like it's martial arts

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Neighborhood Scientists"

"Neighborhood Scientists"


[Hook: Quavo]
No Limit soldier like Master P, all of my niggas they bout it
Molly, the percocets, xan, if you geekin we call that bitch Gotti
Experiment with all the drugs, I'm your neighborhood scientist
Experiment with all the drugs, I am your neighborhood scientist

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Might pull up, a Maybach or Outtie
My diamonds fighting, Ronda Rousey
I'm sipping, I'm drinking, I'm drowsy (Wake me up, wake me up, wake me up, drink)
I'm your neighborhood scientist, free my niggas in confinement, independent never signing(QC!)
Look at my dab that's a fool, 2k15 are my shoes
Bad bitches by the double, I just want one of the two
And I got propane in the booth, I spit that flame when I shoot
And I used to juug off the IPhones, and I used to trap off the boost
I used to kick in them doors for nothing, now all the hoes they want me for something
I got the formula whip it up, whip it up like I'm Professor Klump
My niggas? Got em out the slums
Pass a hundred to the bums
Living life like Donald Trump
Gave 100,000 to my mom

[Hook: Quavo]
No Limit soldier like Master P, all of my niggas they bout it
Molly, the percocets, xan, if you geekin we call that bitch Gotti
Experiment with all the drugs, I'm your neighborhood scientist
Experiment with all the drugs, I am your neighborhood scientist

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Experimenting with the nonsense, I am your neighborhood scientist
[?] You might get slapped with the pistol, now I'm on the run they can't find me
Sent the shocker, junkies testing my dope, then get operated by the doctor
You need to stop flexing, I see right through you like a glass, I know that you's a impostor
Creep up in a helicopter with the chopper, he turning the block and wait for him then pop him
Plug said a extra hundred if I pop him, you know what that mean, they gone talk cuz I offed him
No Limit soldier like Master P, my niggas bout it, they taking em all for no bounty
(Aye, aye) Pull up in a Bentley with the windows tinted, smoking cookies on top of the mountain (Gas!)
I am your neighborhood drug dealer, ain't talking soap when I say I got Dove nigga
You the type of nigga drinking liquor, and I rather sip lean, I'm a mud sipper
[?] I won't budge nigga, since my first fund I could spend on drugs nigga
I finessed Aladdin for a rug nigga, since I met the socket I been the plug nigga (Naw Forreal)

[Hook: Quavo]
No Limit soldier like Master P, all of my niggas they bout it
Molly, the percocets, xan, if you geekin we call that bitch Gotti
Experiment with all the drugs, I'm your neighborhood scientist
Experiment with all the drugs, I am your neighborhood scientist

 

[fox69]

"New Atlanta"
(feat. Jermaine Dupri, Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug)

"New Atlanta"
(feat. Jermaine Dupri, Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug)



[Intro - Jermaine Dupri:]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I told ya'll niggas a long time ago
Come fuck with my city, nah mean
Rich Homies, Migos, Young Thug, and me motherfucker

[Hook - Quavo, (Rich Homie Quan) & (Young Thug):]
(Welcome to Atlanta baby) You never been to Atlanta?
Welcome to new Atlanta, phantoms on-top of Phantoms
(Get at new Atlanta baby) Hannah Montana boot up in Atlanta
New Atlanta, we don't need security, walking around with that hammer
Bring out the cameras (Camera baby)
(Porno movie, fuck your camera baby)
(Don't get your bitch ass killed in New Atlanta baby)
(We don't fuck with cameras out here, I'm for real)
(Fuck the police, we won't tell, we keepin' it trill)
(In new Atlanta baby)

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
Crossover spaghetti junction
Northside Migo bando bunkin'
Lil' momma she foreign, she not from this country
Fly to Atlanta, we land in the morning
Droppin' my top on the avenue!
Young nigga, you stay with your mama, call you Bartholomew
Come to Atlanta, we breakin' the rules
Do you remember my teachers said we wouldn't make it
I gotta thank y'all, Atlanta made us famous
Cross the world, we in Venezuela
We live in Atlanta, might have some haters
The new Atlanta like the old Lakers

[Verse 2 - Takeoff:]
I'm a young rich nigga, whippin' up chemicals
Middle of the summer wearin' chinchillas
Up in the city Atlanta with your bitch
She poppin' the pussy, no pimple
It's been a long time coming, Migos, Thug, Rich Homie
No we don't fuck with no phonies
You niggas be cloning, they watching like Sony
(You copy me)
Momma said I was a born star, came out the pussy with a spatula
Selling dope like Pablo Escobar
I'm hot, they lookin' for me switchin' cars
Bentley Mulsanne I just blew out the brain of the Audi R8 with the paper temp plate
Takeoff and Thug, Offset, Quavo, Quan, new Atlanta, we the heavyweight

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Offset:]
I had the desire, we startin' empires
You niggas retired, Givenchy attire
I'm trappin', they think I live in The Wire
I had to flood out my new Audemars
Drop in the Ghost, scaring niggas like Michael Myers
Fuckin' your bitch pass her out like a flyer
All the little kids lookin' at me, admired
I pull up in 'Raris, I Forgi my tires
I'm dropping a four in my tropicana
This the New Atlanta, pullin' up in Phantoms
For you niggas that monkey we got bananas
Throw a temper tantrum when I'm on the channel
We finessin' that kind up in Atlanta
Put a price on your head like a bandana (there go 12!)
Dipset, like Juelz Santana
I'm dropping the top on my panoramic

[Hook]

[Interlude - Jermaine Dupri:]
Motherfuckers hatin' and shit
Motherfuckers still movin' out here and shit
It's still love in this motherfucker
And niggas think this shit gonna stop
It ain't never gonna stop
It's just gonna keep going, Rich Homie, tell 'em where you're from

[Verse 4 - Rich Homie Quan (Young Thug):]
A-T-L-A-N-T-A, GA that where I'm from
East Atlanta, that's where I stay, aka the slums
(I got trained to slime without a gun
Migos and Quan roll up another one
Doctors don't know what we on)
Mansion still poppin' on Mondays, ain't no more 20 grams
New Atlanta, we stuntin', I keep me like 20 bands
(Shawty Lo lifestyle I’m the man, got your main ho head in my hand
I ain't Future but I'm having free bands, I can't help who I am)
God, I can't help who I'm is or where I'm from
Welcome to Atlanta, where you better watch your tongue
(Hey, I did dirt for this water, I feel like a pond
I'm from Bleveland, Rich Homie Quan, tell 'em where you're from)

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Night Time"

"Night Time"


[Hook: Quavo]
Night time night, night time night
Night time night, night time night
Bring the goons out, Bring the woolies out
Bring the shooters out, bring the uzis out
Night time night, night time night
Night time night, night time night
Bring the goons out, Bring the shooters out
Bring the woolies out, bring the uzis out

[Verse 1: Quavo]
All my niggas keep that Arma 15 in the club
That's that Mario Chalmers
Bet I pull the roolie
Bet I pull the Uzi
If you run up on me sun that chopper it gon' do you
My niggas don't play soccer, so we don't like to kick it
My niggas play with calculators, numbers, and lil' tickets
My niggas keep the carbon, birds singing just like Marvin
Night time with the wooly find you in the morning

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Offset]
Night night, them goons don't move in daylight
You trying to get hit with the K right?
Them goons gonna shoot for a low price
Aimin' at your potato
Beat a nigga up like I'm Cato
Italian plug named Fredo
All white bricks look like mayo
Lose your life, you gon' lose your life
Pull out that big white chopper with the knife
Cut you up, you look like pizza slice
We don't give a fuck
You can roll the dice, try your luck
Bring them choppers up
Don't think you too big to get touched

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"No Fuckin Wit"

"No Fuckin Wit"


[Intro]
No, No
No no

I ask shawty what's up and she was fucking with me (she was)
I told the plug to front me, he was fucking with me (I swear he was)
I swear I told her, they sit back and laugh at me (they was)
Now I'm Richie Rich, got these haters mad at me (rich!)

[Hook: Takeoff]
Lil' mamma she wasn't fucking with me (she wasn't)
Lil' mamma she wasn't fucking with me (she wasn't)
The plug he wasn't fucking with me (he wasn't fucking with me)

Lil' mamma she wasn't fucking with me (mamma)
Lil' mamma she wasn't fucking with me (mamma)
The plug he wasn't fucking with me (he wasn't fucking with me)

He wasn't fucking with me
She wasn't fucking with me
She wasn't fucking with me

The plug he wasn't fucking with me
He wasn't fucking with me
Lil' mamma she wasn't fucking with me
She wasn't fucking with me

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
Nooo
Put it on my soul, put it on my soul
It's quality control (QC!)
I came from kicking doors

Niggas never gave me shit
On the block working my wrist
Plug ain't front me shit
Turn that ten to a whole 36 (flipping that)

Remember when I met that bitch (remember that bitch?)
She wasn't fucking with me
I tried to tell the plug to front me a bag
He wasn't fucking with me
They wasn't fucking with me and now that Im rich!
I don't wanna fuck with them

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I told them I was gonna make it and they laughed
My teacher told me that I was gonna never pass math
Yeah she was right
80 thousand old hundreds, Jerry Rice

I didn't get a diploma, I'm rich for life
They didn't believe me
BET, MTV, made you see it

Lil' mamma she wasn't fucking with me
I had to go get some new bitches
The plug he wasn't fucking with me
Until I got all them Benjis

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Offset]
No you are not fucking with me
When I ain't had no currency (where were you?)
You know you left a nigga hanging
Treated me like I'm a stranger

The plug wasn't even fronting me a key (fuck the plug)
But it's no pressure
Im'a take the little nick and I'll flip it
Im'a flex on you like a wrestler

Even since a nigga stopped fucking with you baby girl, my life been better
And I'm successful
I can flex in my bezzles
I did this on my own, with no help from nobody

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"No Label 2 Intro"
(feat. DJ Ray G)

"No Label 2 Intro"
(feat. DJ Ray G)



[Verse 1: Takeoff]
You niggas be bitin' my style and I like it
But you niggas know you weren't rapping like this
Trend setter, I'm a trend setter
Knockin' them out like I'm Mayweather
Bando look like it's a homeless shelter
She poppin' that molly like Alka-Seltzer
Whippin' that dope with that terminator
Wrist is spillin' dope all on my Breitling bezel
My mansion got 80 acres
Trap underground, they calling me Undertaker
They wonder why I got the Bentley, the Fisker
I put in work and dedication
50 pairs, Giuseppe steppers
Maison Margiellas, they think I'm on Rocafella
The kid, they call me Slick Rick
I make up a script, they call me the storyteller
I got the Britney, the Whitney, the Iggy, we murdered Versace like Biggie
Fuck nigga we been in that Coogi, it's time to kill em' with Givenchy
Red bottoms, scenes are forensic
Designer frames, limited edition
Pushin' one button, my roof then is missing
Then put my Louboutin til' out the kitchen
You turn on the radio you gon' hear every rapper tryna rap like the Migos
Fuck nigga wanna clone?
Been rappin' like this since No Label
Fuck the fame rather be rich
Been gettin' money, since No Label
You waiting' for it, then here it go, intro to No Label

[DJ Ray G]
QC, It's funny my nigga right
Cause everybody wanna sound like us
But they don't wanna give us the respect, right?
You fuck niggas gon' learn we started this shit
We the first niggas to come out the A, on that real street shit
That real Northside shit, holdin' their muthafuckin' county down
Not city nigga, county nigga
Tell another nigga to do it like us, nigga
QC the label, money on the table
Migo Gang, No Label!

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Way back in the day nigga made No Label in a basement
Young nigga got all that talent
On the radio didn't have a placement
Linked up with the hood
OG Head Hancho, Migos
Then we took over the north
20 dollars to get your song played at Flamingos
Remember the days of hitting licks?
Every Christmas, had to be St. Nick
Payin' bills, tryna meet the rent
My mama she say that she sick of it
I had to go get to the Benjamin
Sorry Your Honor, I'm innocent
Money moves the commitment
No label, my life you witnessed it
From kickin' doors
Taking gold
What did I cash out on? I don't know
I will not tell on my soul
Cause Ion' know if the case closed
I know that you hate that Versace went gold
Now I'm walking round with a blue bankroll
Independent, never ever won't fold

[DJ Ray G]
See, I learnt the term from my nigga Biggie, right?
We went from ashy to classy
We went from having shit to fucking your bitch, my nigga
No Label, DJ Ray G
These my muthafucking brothers right here, Migo Gang
What niggas you know made a million in one summer without flipping bricks?
Ask your favorite rapper
I bet he say us, nigga
QC, the label
Hah! No Label!

[Verse 2: Offset]
Locked up on every mixtape
Quavo told me nigga wait
This is the only way we can escape
I realized it when I sat down for an 8
Grandma' told me and Quavo to be patient
Grandma' was a cancer patient
Before she died, she sat us down, said stay together and we're gonna make it
For you niggas don't know
Never really sold dope
But I kicked door
Free my nigga Willy, mane gave him to the dough
He didn't tell a soul
You making me sick to my stomach
I might go and vomit
You niggas is cloning
We not together cause you my opponent
Taking our style nigga we never loaned it
Labels wanna sign, that ain't on my mind
Critics and blogs, you know they ain't lying
Thirty thousand just to look at the time
Twenty five hundred for my Louboutin
Mansion Elan was our stomping ground
Our money big, your money minimized
Taking shots cause your buzz died
Cutting the top off the Lamb' make it circumcised
The world is fucked up but the strong survive

[DJ Ray G]
Haha, name your favourite club in Atlanta, my nigga
We ran that shit
We turned Mansion Elan
Into Migos Elan, nigga
We turned up sessions, in the Migos Playhouse nigga
Every strip club
Our main bitch, our side bitch, her side bitch, her side bitch worked there, nigga
We run this motherfuckin' city
We started new Atlanta
These niggas jackin' our swag, they better stand in line
And pay, bitch!

 

[fox69]

"No U Can't"

"No U Can't"


[Hook: Quavo]
I can buy that car, I know that you can't
I can buy the bar, I know that you can't
I can afford your bitch, I know that you can't
I can afford my wrist, I know that you can't
No you can't, no you can't, no you can't, no you can't
No you can't, no you can't, no you can't, no you can't
I can buy the bar, I know that you can't
I can buy that car, I know that you can't

[Verse 1: Quavo]
No you can't, no you can't
You don't sip that lean by the pint
You a peon, you don't got rank
Call the plug up, get a pound of stank
Quavo Stuntin, name hold weight
In the kitchen and I make a earthquake
When you walk around, pocket full of cake
Gotta keep your grass low, full of snakes
Chevrolet SS on skates
Got a white girl, her name Kate
Got a Chinese girl named Ling
She love to pop them [?]
Got a rocket on my hip, Yao Ming
Get money in my dreams
In the hood, they call me king
In the Ville or the Upper 100 wings
Can't walk cause I'm sippin' on lean
Got a 9, call me Luol Deng
Ever since a young nigga [?]
Don't never let the money make me
Grow up to be what I wanna be
Don't ever let a nigga make me
And I put that on my momma
My pockets filled up with lasagna

[Hook: Quavo]

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Got bands, I ain't talkin' 'bout a college
I got a foreign bad bitch, she exotic
All black, little nigga, wearin' gothic
Uppercut a nigga like Bernard Hopkins
Got flavor, no Baskin and Robbin
Pull up in the Batman with the Robin
You playin', ain't 'bout no bottle
Sip codeine out the baby bottle
Grape Maserati look like a [?]
You [?]
You can still rock an Artful Dodger
Real G, blowin' up, Pearl Harbor
Cut the work like a nigga was a barber
In the kitchen with them toddlers
In the hood with them robbers
In the bando with them choppers
I'm a G like the Green Bay Packers
Young Takeoff, call me NASA
Fuck with my money
That chopper gon' stretch you out like cardiovascular
You can't even flip no brick
You can't even flip no nick
You never had purple codeine
Your Sprite always look clean
Sip lean, double cupped with the ice
Drop 85 hundred for the ice
When a nigga talk crazy, hang his ass
Like Suge did Vanilla Ice
Wish a nigga would try to steal my ice
88 birds in the trunk, Jerry Rice
You can't do that real nigga shit
Know some young niggas, eleven, walkin' 'round with the Emmett

[Hook: Takeoff]

 

[fox69]

"Now"
(feat. Gucci Mane)

"Now"
(feat. Gucci Mane)



[Quavo:]
Now nigga
Nigga now
Nigga now
Nigga now, now, now
Now, now
This shit sound like now

[Gucci Mane:]
Hey fuck boy won't you talk that shit now?
Gucci, I'm so turned up it make you look turnt down
Now I turn your smile to a frown
I'm the king there with a crown
Keep your eyes to the ground
Now you must be from out of town
Cause everybody round here know that Wop don't fuck around
You was rich back then but I'm rich right now
You was the shit back then, I'm the shit right now
Took your bitch back then, with your bitch right now
Get every R&B chick on my dick right now
Now this shit sound like now
While y'all all played out but I'm hot right now
Gucci

[Quavo:]
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
We can bring the racks out now
We can bring the racks out now
We can bring the racks out now
We can bring the racks out now
We can bring the racks out now
We can bring the racks out now

Pull up with rings on
I'm puttin' my team on
I wanna fuck her but she can't take no racks home
Migos and Gucci we back home
My pockets stay green like geckoes
What if your wrist get tired Quavo?
Then I'm a whip with my elbow
Only one that fuck with me now
Why the fuck you come around?
I screwed the little tip on the silencer so a nigga can shoot with no sound
I take your bitch to the island so she can know that you won't come around
I fell asleep in her pussy while you keep textin' and callin' her now
I'm a put dab in this style and you lil niggas should know that by now
I'm tryna sell you the swag, you lil niggas should order it now
Smokin' a pound of gas now
Keep it goin', a sack now
It's all a nigga had now
So let a nigga brag now

Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
We can bring the racks out now
We can bring the racks out now
We can bring the racks out now
We can bring the racks out now
We can bring the racks out now
We can bring the racks out now

[Offset:]
I bust a nigga back then, I'll bust a nigga now
At first we were trappin' the ounce
Now we got bricks in the couch
50k in the pouch, J's in the lot in and out
My diamond hit my nigga, ouch
I put this pistol in your mouth
Servin', swervin'
Lamborghini hit the curb and
Niggas freeze up when they nervous
And I'm servin' clean, detergent
I got babies and I nurse 'em
Dirty little bitches they worsh' 'em
I'm on a mission to murk 'em
Eat 'em alive and I burp 'em
Ain't no Thanksgivin' nigga but we still in the trap with the turkeys
You used to be at the top, I watch, and now I look down at you hurtin'
Back in the day I was broke but now I got money, I'm flexin' on purpose
In the Maybach with the curtain with my feet up while I'm sippin' the sherbet

[Quavo:]
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
We can bring the racks out now
We can bring the racks out now
We can bring the racks out now
We can bring the racks out now
We can bring the racks out now
We can bring the racks out now

[Takeoff:]
We can bring the racks out now
Top drop down, make a nigga look around
All my niggas havin' the packs and the racks
Can't forget the strap, nigga get gunned down
Bah-bah, gun sound, run now
Bulletproof vest on, still man down
If a nigga broke, don't come round
Drinkin' Actavis out the double seal right now
Come get that dope if you want it
Diamonds cold on me, pnemounia
Walkin' with 50 racks on me
I wish you would run up on me
Play with money like you're play-dough
Put some on your head like a halo
They talkin' but it's okay though
No OVO and we Drake 'em

[Quavo:]
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
We can bring the racks out now
We can bring the racks out now
We can bring the racks out now
We can bring the racks out now
We can bring the racks out now
We can bring the racks out now

 

[fox69]

"Off The Road To The Trap"

"Off The Road To The Trap"


[Quavo:]
I did a show and got back to the trap
I ran off the road and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I ran off the road and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I ran off the road and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I ran off the road and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I ran off the road and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap

Quavo
When I do a show I get back to the trap
I might do a show and almost stay with the strap
The plug got the pack, I gotta go snatch it
Then I fuck on that nat-nat, I love my hoe ratchet
Look at my wrist fantastic
Doing the magic like I play basket
I drop it off with accuracy, I go pick it up at Aspen
My niggas down the road stabbing
And Skippa Da Flippa, we having
Papparazis still flashin', police harassing, when I ride past 'em
Trap niggas know what's happenin'
Came into Atlanta from Athens
You niggas drinking molasses
You think that this acting, I'm laughing
My plug he asian like enter the dragon
I bought a beamer and paint it black satin
Most of you niggas be rapping, really be acting, God damn it's tragic

I did a show and got back to the trap
I ran off the road and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I ran off the road and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I ran off the road and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I ran off the road and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I ran off the road and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap