Migos

[fox69]

"Rich Nigga Still Trappin'"

"Rich Nigga Still Trappin'"


[Intro - Quavo:]
Dj Durel, pow pow pow, give 'em hell
Yeah
I'm a rich nigga
You thought I ain't still in these streets nigga?
Might catch me out there now

[Hook - Quavo:]
Rich nigga still trapping
Im rich I still bust it down
Rich nigga run in your trap
I'm a rich nigga still lay the fuck nigga down
Rich nigga, rich nigga, thats three crazy rich niggas
Rich nigga, rich nigga, thats three crazy rich niggas
Rich nigga still robbin'
Rich nigga still mobbin'
Rich bricks circumcise 'em
Rich nigga making plays all on the island
Rich nigga, rich nigga, thats three crazy rich niggas
Rich nigga, rich nigga, thats three crazy rich niggas

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
Rich nigga still hittin' licks with that dirty stick
Rich nigga still hit the highway with bout 50 bricks
Put 50 thousand in the hood I ain't touching shit
Told that bitch she better cook it good, she better break her wrists
Young nigga got my first sack it was a Vick
Remember running in them houses sometimes I ain't come out with shit
Put that cocaina on your nose, I'm guarenteed that your nose gonna itch
When I seen my first hundred dollar bill I ain't look back since
They say Quavo why you got that pot I heard you rich nigga
I'm in to deep in the trap game drowning in a marijuana river
50 bags in the trash can put it on my tab
Rich nigga, I'm a rich nigga still jugging slabs

Hook - Quavo:]
Rich nigga still trapping
I'm rich I still bust it down
Rich nigga run in your trap
I'm a rich nigga still lay the fuck nigga down
Rich nigga, rich nigga, thats three crazy rich niggas
Rich nigga, rich nigga, thats three crazy rich niggas
Rich nigga still robbin'
Rich nigga still mobbin'
Rich bricks circumcise 'em
Rich nigga making plays all on the island
Rich nigga, rich nigga, thats three crazy rich niggas
Rich nigga, rich nigga, thats three crazy rich niggas

[Verse 2 - Offset:]
Bitch nigga told on your partner you a snitch nigga
Trapping capping trying to make a million
Pulling in a Bentley hurt a nigga feeling
I got babies in the kitchen not talking children
30 round extension have you smelling like chitlins
Dexter lab in the kitchen do forensics
I'm the breadwinner niggas need me they depending
Six on my money, got drugs up in Franklin
I'm havin' dabbin' should’ve been a damn mannequin
You can see my diamond comin like I'm the ambulance
I'm ready for war migo gang like the taliban
I can't trust these bitches had to learn my lesson
Shittin' on you niggas like a intestine
Pistol popping, I'm the king like I'm Elvis
Got the trap game in a chokehold, full nelson
Rich nigga still trappin
Choppa clappin I was pappen
I didn't have it, so I snatched it
Robbing the hood, I ain't talking bout basket
It was tragic caught my nigga pistol lackin so I pack it
In the winter time I still got my ratchet
I'm ready for war pistol under my jacket

Hook - Quavo:]
Rich nigga still trapping
I'm rich I still bust it down
Rich nigga run in your trap
I'm a rich nigga still lay the fuck nigga down
Rich nigga, rich nigga, thats three crazy rich niggas
Rich nigga, rich nigga, thats three crazy rich niggas
Rich nigga still robbin'
Rich nigga still mobbin'
Rich bricks circumcise 'em
Rich nigga making plays all on the island
Rich nigga, rich nigga, thats three crazy rich niggas
Rich nigga, rich nigga, thats three crazy rich niggas

 

[fox69]

"Rich Nigga Timeline"

"Rich Nigga Timeline"


[Hook - Quavo:]
First kicked the door when I was 17 years old
Seen my first 50, ballin', 18 years old
Let that pistol go when I was 19 years old
First time turned 20, I was cashin' out on gold
Rich nigga timeline, rich nigga timeline
Rich nigga timeline, ye ain't live your life like mine
Rich nigga timeline, rich nigga timeline
Rich nigga timeline, stay the fuck up out of mine

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
Free my nigga Westside, locked up to this day
R.I.P. my migo P, my nigga dead in the grave
And I dare a fuck nigga come and try me today
Abracadabra his face
Quavo the magician, the pack gone it's missin'
I got a ho and she got a ho and now they both kissin'
Do you remember, the life I was livin'?
I'm callin' the plug, I'm juugin' up pounds, I'm breakin' down midget
I got the birds, pigeons
They know who the fuck run the city (Nawfside!)
I might pull up with that chopper and extensions
I just let it off, I empty about 50
Mama said, "Quavo don't spend all your Benjis"
Told mama, "I'm sorry, pockets on infinity"
You can ask around, really hit them juugs for the fuckin' pound
Next time you see me, better not ask me for no money now
Never went to school, never thought about Clark or Morris Brown
'Til I took your bitch, drop her off right there by Morris Brown
Used to cook up bricks 'til I turned that shit to an extra now
I got the magic stick, feelin' like Criss Angel, bitch
I disappear bricks

[Hook - Quavo]

[Verse 2 - Offset:]
17 stackin' and countin', 18 I ran from the bounty
You niggas is softer than Bounty, my nigga got 15, free Ronny
Check out my bio, plenty felonies, known for countin' up broccoli
Known for stackin' up celery, you niggas ain't even a vet to me
'Member the days? Run in your house like a raid
Young nigga tryna get paid
Pistol to his face, give him a shave
Never selfish, all the money I gave
Never change, all the money I make
1 baby, all these bitches I laid
2 guns, nigga, never afraid
Migos the army I'm never gon' trade
Set-Set hit a 20 band juug
He helped the hood, everybody was good
I'm white like a tiger and I got the wood
My niggas on go like Nike, they gon' do it
These niggas wonderin', like how did we do it?
Water diamonds on my neck look like fluid
I'm from the Zone 3 if you niggas ain't knew it
I'm throwin' up the north cause that is my hood
Locked up, mama couldn't get me out
Called my nigga Bookie, he got me out
KK got my back, ain't no doubt
Player made, free my bro, let him out
This shit is crazy, shout out mama house
Don't come to my trap and you unannounced
21 Challenger mounted up
Doin' phones, fucked your credit up
When you a boss they gon' cherish yah
Investigations, I didn't tell 'em nothin'
December 25th, on the run
I didn't know if I was comin' home
19, I was on my own
My grandma died, cancer on her bones
I ran in houses just to buy some Foams
You can hear the pain in my voice on my songs

[Hook - Quavo]

[Verse 3 - Takeoff:]
13 I got my first halftime
14, broke in the club for an Alpine
15 I got my first Glock 9
It was rusty but it still'd bust a nigga
I was lil' nephew, they wasn't gon' touch a nigga
If I did, my uncles'll bust a nigga
Migo gang, they couldn't fuck with a nigga
Started beefin' with some sucka niggas
Belushi's right there up on Club Drive
It's was y'all side versus Nawfside
Knocked a couple niggas out a couple times
Got in shootouts with niggas a hundred times
Come to your party, we fuckin' it up
Young niggas, we never gave a fuck
Young niggas, 10, 12, 13, on go with a finger point
A lot of squads start poppin' up
Screamin' shit that we ain't heard of
Migos pull up at your residence
Here comes the issue, "it wasn't us, bruh"
We know you flexin', got the information
So you still gon' get hit with the uppercut
Beat a nigga to a puddle, nigga snitchin'
Now we runnin' from the task force
Niggas was kickin' in doors, takin' flat screens and all the gold
Never got it and I sat on it, nigga, everything I got was sold
Apple Mac, juugin' laptops
Knock in your door, take your lil' brother's Xbox
Migo Jerz stand around the curb
Used to match up in the hotbox
Hit a juug for some True Religions
And some Robin Denims in a public community
My brother's keepers, Migo we got unity
[?] at the park right on Harrington
To the bando, you see niggas gamblin'
Hit a kick door my niggas be ramblin'
I got a bag on my back like I'm Santa Claus
Finnesse a nigga at Papa John's up in Panama

[Hook - Quavo]

 

[fox69]

"Rich Then Famous (Intro)"

"Rich Then Famous (Intro)"


Nigga I'll rather be rich then famous
R-Rich then famous, rich then famous
Nigga I'll rather be rich then famous
N-Nigga I'll rather be rich then famous

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
Young nigga, young nigga I'll rather be richer
Than flexing these cameras and taking these pictures
I'm a young nigga, I walk 'round the hood
Got boss credentials, they callin' me mister
Quick to shoot 3, Derek Fisher
No referee I'm official
I just might pull out my Fisker, you pussy I see your whiskers
Call up the plug no Santa, but he sending trees and gas for Christmas
Whippin' the dope, I terminate it, J's they say it's delicious
I got a bitch in my kitchen, with a onion booty I call her Delicious
And after she water whip it, I make that bitch was the dishes
Back to the Fisker, I'm doing 250, I'm praying I don't get a ticket
Yes I'm a Migo, but I don't wear Dickies, I'll rather put on True Religion
And if you want fame over money my nigga, then you not true to your religion
I'll rather be rich, cause it's some niggas that's famous that ain't got shit.

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I'll rather be rich, I flex with your bitch
You can have the fame, you can have the gold chain
M's nigga, want them M's nigga
Got some niggas in the hood, they got M's nigga
Ask P, ask me
Northside Migo gang OG
Ridin' round, deuces on a damn Audi
Before I had a deal, young nigga copped it
Them dubs, them fifties, them hundreds, my trap always bunkin' you niggas is funny
I'm laughin with money, beatin the block like I'm sonny
Taking them trips making them flip
12 hit the block then I dip
Callin' up P, for the whips
Get in the pot then I WHIP!

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Richer Than Rappers"

"Richer Than Rappers"


[Quavo:]
I know some trappers that's richer than rappers [x8]
Your favorite rapper, ain't rich as your average trapper
Your favorite rapper, ain't rich as your average trapper
Your favorite rapper, ain't rich as your average trapper
I know some trappers that's richer than rappers
I know some trappers that's richer than rappers

Your average trapper might be as rich as your favorite rapper
Flexing in front of the camera
Balling like he got the stamina
Really he don't even amount to nothin'
What is your worth?
Boy you a turd
Real trappers on the curb
Real trappers like to serve
You want that life that he deserve
Dope boys buy a car and they owning
Rap niggas get the car and they renting
I know some trappers that worth about fifty
I know some trappers that's living like Diddy
I know some trappers that took more shots than 50
Shout out to my nigga 50
And I know some rappers that's still penny penching, still trynna' get a digit
I'm a real rapper nigga, check my bank account, I bet you see a milli
I'm a real rapper nigga, shout out to the trappers trapping in the city
Trappers slash rapper nigga, might catch a nigga trapping out a Bentley
You a trapper slash actor nigga, you would take a Oscar or an Emmy
Free my nigga Offset, all my niggas thugging ain't no pretending
When I was out trapping, you working at Wendy's
I got a pint of some drink and on Denny's
When I trap a brick, you might think I'm at Benny's
I keep a rack on me like I play tennis
Play with the weight like I'm at LA Fitness
Trapper slash rapper I handle my business
Pull out the chopper boy go mind your business
I pop a perc and then come to my senses
Add the shit out and I don't leave a witness
Shout out to trappers that trapping at Whitney
Migo the gang brung the north to the city
Met with some trappers that's running the city
Made an empire, QC we submitting
Started from nothing, and now we worth millions
If you a real trapper, I know that you feel this
At the table with the plug like the Indians and Pilgrims
My niggas don't give no fuck 'bout your feelings
I know some trappers, got M's in the ceiling

I know some trappers that's richer than rappers [x8]
Your favorite rapper, ain't rich as your average trapper
Your favorite rapper, ain't rich as your average trapper
Your favorite rapper, ain't rich as your average trapper
I know some trappers that's richer than rappers
I know some trappers that's richer than rappers

 

[fox69]

"Rocky Balboa"
(feat. PeeWee LongWay)

"Rocky Balboa"
(feat. PeeWee LongWay)



Yeah, Migos, Rocky!
Say you wanna be somebody
Feel like Rocky Balboa

Say you wanna change the game
Then you gotta make a name
Balboa, Rocky Balboa, Rocky
Rocky Balboa, Rocky Balboa
I used to be an underdog
I used to!
Balboa, Rocky Balboa, Rocky
Rocky Balboa, Rocky Balboa

Went to the top of the stairs I'm feeling
Quiver me Millie
This level to the shit of my city
The dog, the 100 the 50
Young nigga back then checking Minchi
I did it, lil mama used to lend me something

Remember that nigga Orlando
That's that with the regular
Rapping for, blues food
That's a game move
Remember when he was on top
In high school, I remember that
Reality hit in the real are the one

You say you wanna change the game
Then you gotta make a name
Balboa, Rocky Balboa, Rocky
Rocky Balboa, Rocky Balboa
I used to be an underdog
I used to!
Balboa, Rocky Balboa, Rocky
Rocky Balboa, Rocky Balboa

Rocky Balboa...
Cruising the mama
Pulling a record about balling my day
My diamonds are deviant ass
Used to a hundred dollar now I'm a biz
I trap a game bass in the match
Take a nigga bitch sent you with the crib
Pardon, pardon, pardon like Millie mask
Do it my way I made a name
I changed the game...
Just give me her address and don't tell her name
This is my life get a clear understanding
Fresh unopened get it clear with a burst
Bitch be treating me like I'm the go
Fly is the bitch form the 8 left pose
Kicking bitch shit I'm Sosa with the low
Long way!

You say you wanna change the game
Then you gotta make a name
Balboa, Rocky Balboa, Rocky
Rocky Balboa, Rocky Balboa
I used to be an underdog
I used to!
Balboa, Rocky Balboa, Rocky
Rocky Balboa, Rocky Balboa

Rocky Balboa how I beat the block
Trying to stay on the spot if you're trying to get a feeling
I was rock bottom down man that's why I came
On the block with the homeless what I got my name from
Pull up with the bombs in the hood like he's saying something
Bitches like I can't kick it I came and took one
Chico down in Mexico
1000 square...
Diamond VVs and they clear they hitting like Ciroc

You say you wanna change the game
Then you gotta make a name
Balboa, Rocky Balboa, Rocky
Rocky Balboa, Rocky Balboa
I used to be an underdog
I used to!
Balboa, Rocky Balboa, Rocky
Rocky Balboa, Rocky Balboa

 

[fox69]

"Sadam Usane"
(feat. Kourney Money)

"Sadam Usane"
(feat. Kourney Money)



[Intro - Quavo:]
Migo
Saddam Hussain
The same
Saddam Hussain
Keep the bomb on me, cocaina on the plane

[Hook - Quavo]
Saddam Hussain
12 hit the spot, Fuck! Flush it down the drain (damn!)
Saddam Hussain
Put the shooters on you, paid a ticket for your brain (damn!)
Saddam Hussain
AK by my bed, bad ninjas like Bruce Wayne

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
I paid the whole ticket, I ride in a Bentley
My windows are tinted, I feel like I'm winning
You silly, I ball like Mike Finley
My bitches is draped up in nothing but Fendi (she dig it)
She digging my pimping, this life that I'm living
I don't need a label I am independent
The Migos Lieutenant
Ain't leaving a witness, ain't leaving forensics
I'm feeling like Donald, I am the Apprentice
Yo bitch, she acting too friendly
You cuffing, I'm taking her with me

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Kourtney Money:]
Got 100 racks in my bookbag
Put 100 racks in your bitch ass
Huddam Hussain
Whoo, Kourtney Money got that clean coke game
I break the pot every time I whip the dope
You little niggas still like soap on a rope
Goddamn, check the swag
Saddam Hussain couldn't drop the bombs that I had
Coca Cola, watch it lock
Let the J's test it, straight drop
Got your block sold up nigga from A to Z
When they want to wake up, I know who they come and see

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Quavo:]
Orange and black tiger striped shirt (Versace!)
See you on the block, niggas want to copy
Feds taking pictures and I see you camera watching
Little goons with the uzi on the Kawasaki
Italians at the round table, meet the Giovannis
If you bought a batch from me you know that you a dummy
Fish scale, tip the pot I bet it turns gold
Young nigga walk around, pockets on swoll
93 gas yeah you better hold your nose
All my niggas bout my bulls, call em Jalen Rose

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Savages Only"

"Savages Only"


This goes out to all my cops killing innocent victims
Fuck around, get gunned down
Go get em, go get em, go get em
I'm turnin' myself to a villain
I'm turnin' myself to a villain

Savages only, savages only
Savages only, savages only
This right here for all my savage homies
I put on for all my savages
This right here for all my savage homies
I put on for all my savages
Savages only, savages only
Savages only, savages only
This right here for all my savage homies
I put on for all my savages
This right here for all my savage homies
I put on for all my savages

[Quavo:]
Droptop
It's a hot box
Yeah the block hot
Bank, bankroll knots
Yeah your bitch bad (yeah)
Yeah your bitch bad (bad)
You bought her a bag
But she fuckin' me you goin' out sad
(Damn)
Hop out the, hop out the hemi it's him
I'm in the, I'm in the, I'm in the snow with the Timbs
I put your, I put your put her on snow she needs Timbs
Yeaaaaah I'm addicted to M&Ms
I bet you an M&M
I'm a get it
Hop out with choppers, I'm move to your city
Take off the plug, he went up on the ticket
Yes I'm the man, I'm Chapo in your city
Yes I'm the man, I'm hunco in my city
50 plus 50, I beat up the pot like Frank Nitti
On snitches I'm havin' no pity

Savages only, savages only
Savages only, savages only
This right here for all my savage homies
I put on for all my savages
This right here for all my savage homies
I put on for all my savages
Savages only, savages only
Savages only, savages only
This right here for all my savage homies
I put on for all my savages
This right here for all my savage homies
I put on for all my savages

[Offset:]
Kick in the door for the blow
Oh you don't know?
I'm a shoot off your toe
I got a hoe
She set up your trap, she get pistol whipped like I don't know
This is for the savages only
Walk in the club with the fire right on me
You get holes in your shirt like you homeless
God damn, what happened to homie?
This ain't no pretend-o, you see the extendo
Open the door chopper hang out the window
Bando, boys on the window
Blow in the trap like a Nintendo 64
Bitch I'm a villain I used to be stealin'
This a hotbox told the bitch that I rented it
Look at my wrap sheet, crimes I committed
I was in love with the streets I admit it
I got a minute, I get you fitted
Migo the gang you can't join the committee
He got knocked off God damn, who did it?
Questions like that don't get asked in my city
Jumped off the porch then jumped in the Bentley
Bitch this the reason I'm actin' so ignorant
Don't know how to act I'm a savage, a criminal
You get caught at the red light while textin' and chillin'
(Slippin')

Savages only, savages only
Savages only, savages only
This right here for all my savage homies
I put on for all my savages
This right here for all my savage homies
I put on for all my savages
Savages only, savages only
Savages only, savages only
This right here for all my savage homies
I put on for all my savages
This right here for all my savage homies
I put on for all my savages

[Takeoff:]
On the block with the Glock out
Got the strap on me kids and the cops out
Wanna knuckle up get knocked out
Made my first dime when I dropped out
This for my nigga that's in the trap house
Trap look like a show and it be packed out
If you talkin' artillery then we cashed out
Life is a gamble but these niggas crap out (bitch)
Young niggas on the block asking for a door
Kick a nigga off of there show a nigga love
Watchin', and plottin', and itchin', and bitin' up on a mission
Tryna catch a nigga slippin' cause he's on drugs
The chickens [?] put em' in a tub
Fuckin' these bitches don't want no scrub
She want that dough but that nigga showin' no love
Keep that pocket rocket now pocket like Elmer Fudd
First door I kicked in, the gat from the nigga then the 10 then the 15 turned into a dub
First time I poured up nigga it was a zip now it's fours and fifths, nigga I'm talkin' real mud
Can't tell my brothers that when they see niggas nothin', [?] don't ask questions just pull out the slugs
Say the right thing at the wrong time or the wrong place, broad day we gon' wet your ass up

Savages only, savages only
Savages only, savages only
This right here for all my savage homies
I put on for all my savages
This right here for all my savage homies
I put on for all my savages
Savages only, savages only
Savages only, savages only
This right here for all my savage homies
I put on for all my savages
This right here for all my savage homies
I put on for all my savages

 

[fox69]

"Say So"

"Say So"


[Intro - Quavo:]
I know A bitch real thick, and her body right
Only a bitch with some sexy ass cellulite
Quavo with Takeoff we landed on a satellite
All these niggas Dab bite like the Mike Tyson Fight
Real talk, I know a bitch, I know a hoe
I don't mean to call them that but they just do what they got to do
They go to work when I say so

[Hook - Quavo:]
I know a bitch go to work when I say so
I know a bitch on go when I say go
I know a bitch go to work when I say so
I know a bitch on go when I say GO!
I know a bitch count the cash real fast though
I know a bitch go to work when I say so
I know a bitch on point with the cash flow
I know a bitch on go when I say GO!

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
I know A bitch real thick, and her body right
Only a bitch with some sexy ass cellulite
Quavo with Takeoff we landed on a satellite
All these niggas Dab bite like the Mike Tyson Fight
Naw for real I know a hoe and she on go for sure
And she came right out the trap, trapped out the bando
I got her off the rebound Quavo, Tyler Hansbrough
Free my million dollar niggas locked in Statesboro
I know a real bitch, she say that it's a fake world
And she don't sit 'round herself by non of you fake girls
I know a bitch walk around with the strap on her
If you make her mad, she pull up and just dump on ya

[Hook - Quavo:]
I know a bitch go to work when I say so
I know a bitch on go when I say go
I know a bitch go to work when I say so
I know a bitch on go when I say GO!
I know a bitch count the cash real fast though
I know a bitch go to work when I say so
I know a bitch on point with the cash flow
I know a bitch on go when I say GO!

[Verse 2 - Takeoff:]
I got a bitch to go pick up the work
(With no discussion, pull up in a vert)?
Pockets are fat like I made it, (professor)?
These bitches they singin' like Gerald Levert
Sippin' on mud like it came out the dirt
Niggas don't give a fuck, they'll put you in a hearse
All of my niggas they came from the top
From my bitches they ride around puttin' in work
I got a bitch in Oklahoma, smoke weed all day she a stoner
Got a bitch in Minnesota, she play with that coca-cola
Big Booty Judy clappin New Orleans, she from magnolia
She wanna come and ride and get on top of this sequoia
Brittany from Tennessee and Kimberly from Sicily
Nikki she from Philly, Tiffany from Germany
Momma Mia bitch, don't let me (shit no masterpiece)?
If you think she sweet, wanna get popped, Laila Ali

[Hook - Quavo:]
I know a bitch go to work when I say so
I know a bitch on go when I say go
I know a bitch go to work when I say so
I know a bitch on go when I say GO!
I know a bitch count the cash real fast though
I know a bitch go to work when I say so
I know a bitch on point with the cash flow
I know a bitch on go when I say GO!

 

[fox69]

"Say Sum"

"Say Sum"


[Chorus - Quavo:]
Girl you standing right there looking so amazing
So I thought I'd say sum, oh
I thought I'd say sum, oh I thought I'd say sum oh
I thought I'd say sum, oh I thought I'd say sum yo
I thought I'd say sum, girl you standing right there looking so
I thought I'd say sum, girl you standing right there looking so
I thought I'd say sum
Girl standing right there you looking so amazing

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
She 5'5, her hair go down to her ass
I can't lie, she fucking with me and cash
Don't make her mad, don't make her mad, don't make her mad
Gotta buy her a bag, buy her a bag, buy her a bag
She see what I'm lookin' at
I'm looking right there at you
Then why I'm not saying nothing?
Cause I'm thinking bout fucking you
What you thinking bout? Thinking bout touching you
What you thinking bout? Thinking bout loving you
What you thinking bout? Thinking bout cuffing you
What you thinking bout? Thinking bout rolling a blunt or two
Cause I thought I smoke sumthing
And she wanna smoke too
We can take vacation
Open your eyes, we land on the moon

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Takeoff:]
You looking real amazing
I Am Legend perfect picture for an independent lady
Got me thinking bout what I'm a do to you if you pull up on me you got a nigga waiting contemplating
She said she not from the city but she been down here for a minute, used to stay in Philly
Wanna ride in a Bentley and take a trip around the city, whatever you wanna do baby I'm with it
She said What we headed to? What we finna do?
Whatever you wanna do
I said where you just came from?
She just came from a photo shoot
She ask me what's YRN
I said that mean Yung Rich Nation
That's another conversation
I'm a tell you about it just be patient
We was just looking at you looking beautiful wanna know where you come from
Telling myself can't let you walk off without Takeoff telling you sum
Rolex on your wrist a plain jane
Walk in stallion and some Balmains
Hold up baby it's just one more thing
So beautiful forgot to ask your name

[Chorus - Quavo:]
Girl you standing right there looking so amazing
Oh, I thought I'd say sum

[Verse 3 - Offset:]
I gotta say sum
I don't know where she came from
But I know she a stallion
Fuck it I'm bout to go say sum
I'm bout to go say sum
What is your name?
When your birthday?
What is your sign?
So is mine
All of these bitches so why you want me?
Woah, baby slow down
Aye baby, ain't gonna play
I'm attracted to the curves on your waist
When you with me you can feel safe
Your hair, nails, and your bills paid
I'm not gon leave you the wrong way
I'm not gon feed you the wrong plate
Show you manners like my momma say
You might meet my momma just one day
Tuxedo on fung-shui
Smoke a blunt in peace
Celine on her from the runway
One of one, only one may

[Chorus - Quavo:]
Girl you standing right there looking so amazing
Oh, I thought I'd say sum

 

[fox69]

"Scooby & Shaggy"

"Scooby & Shaggy"


[Hook – Quavo:]
I took his bitch, he mad at me
It was a mystery, Scooby Doo and Shaggy
I took the plug’s package
He was like what happened
It was a mystery, Scooby Doo and Shaggy
Scooby Doo, it was a mystery
Touchdown, going down in history
Sorry you missed me, call Scooby Doo, it’s a mystery
Finessing with accuracy, abracadabra it’s magically
Finessing with accuracy, abracadabra it’s magically

[Quavo:]
Finessing the plug with accuracy, now he after me
Got 100 Ps in the Sprinter, nigga no athlete
And I got that chicken, no Mrs. Winners
Meet the plug at the KFC and I finesse his ass after dinner
Call me Quavo the Godzilla
Red Bentley, Forgiatos on it, call it thriller
Diamonds thrill her in Manila
Fuck her from the back, I’m facing a pillar
You pull up with choppers but are you a killer?
Mirror mirror, got a riddle for you fuck niggas
What if you get in a pickle?
If you catch a body would you tell on your peer?
If you hold it down, keep it 100, you real
Samurai sword cut the brick, Kill Bill
I trap out the mansion on Beverly Hill
RIP to Uncle Phil, fresh prince, call me Quavo Will
I know that this money a blessing
I’m thanking the lord when I kneel
We the only niggas in the city having seals
Naw, for real!

[Hook]

[Offset:]
Feeling like Marshawn Lynch in the interview, I’m thankful
Walk in the room with these trophies on my neck like you in a banquet
You acting like you really tough but you soft in the heart, you a diamond
Young nigga hopped off the porch, I was anxious
Just a young nigga old niggas embraced
Juug and finesse a nigga on my faith
Keep a little grip on my pistol, say my grace
We in the jungle, my niggas go ape
Whipping the dummy, this what I create
I fuck your bitch while you take her on dates
Nobody know I smash her on my lake
Talking fast to the plug, juuged him for 8
Stacking bricks, LA Clippers, call me Blake
Thanking the lord for my situation
Used to have bricks on the intersection
Sipping Act, daily medication
Who really real in investigations
You gonna tell because what you facing
He got out of jail and they couldn’t trace it
It’s a mystery, can’t even solve the case
Don’t be that nigga put on a plate

[Hook]

[Takeoff:]
Finesse him with accuracy
Running with the work, police tryna tackle me
Short days, long nights, trapping at the Quality Control factory
Abracadabra, work disappear magically
I’m in the kitchen whipping, it’s a tragedy
Whipping the masterpiece, then I go smoke on my balcony
My niggas and family count on me
Trapping that snow white in that van, they calling me ice cream man
I see trash bags but no trash, nigga I’m the trash bag man
I see red and white blue lights, undercover lurking in the Sedan
Start with a cutie, break it down
Bag it up, wrap it up, that was the plan
Now I’m pitching soft and curveballs
Or I can pitch it to you underhand
Remember trapping out of Camrys
Until we won Grammys
Now you niggas cannot step on my property or my grass, feel like I’m Stanly
I took his bitch, he mad at me
Fuck em fuck em, pull up on him in the alley

[Hook]