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Is You Ready lyrics - Migos

(from "Mile 22" soundtrack)

[Quavo:]

Ayy, you ready?

Aye, grab that right there

Huh

Are you ready? (ayy) Is you ready? (ready)

You say you ready? (ohh) Whole squad ready (ready)

Is you ready? (huh?) Are you ready? (ready)

Is you ready? Whole squad ready

We came here to see just what you got (ohh)

No, no, no, not on my watch (no way)

Bring what you got, I'm goin' to the top (ayy)

You can bring what you got, I'm goin' to the top (woo)

Bring what you got (ayy), bring what you got (ayy-ayy)

I'm goin' to the top (ayy), I'm goin' to the top (ayy-ayy)

[Takeoff:]

Are you ready?

You know what time it is, right?

They don't want us to make it, so it's time to take it

Ayy

Ridin' with them killers, it's time to see who be realer

Unload it, empty the clip on 'em, make sure these people feel it (brr)

I'm shootin' like Reggie Miller, don't move or I'ma hit you (move)

Cop a pound, turn it to you, I call it the Lemonilla

Scope on the bean, no more shin-picks, I hit ya from distance (pew-pew-pew)

Came out the trenches with extensions, God is my witness (God)

Gotta get that first shot off before that bullet hit me (grra)

Ain't gotta worry about lookin' back when my squad with me (no)

[Quavo:]

Are you ready? (ayy) Is you ready? (ready)

You say you ready? (ohh) Whole squad ready (ready)

Is you ready? (huh?) Are you ready? (ready)

Is you ready? Whole squad ready

We came here to see just what you got (ohh)

No, no, no, not on my watch (no way)

Bring what you got, I'm goin' to the top (ayy)

You can bring what you got, I'm goin' to the top (woo)

Bring what you got (ayy), bring what you got (ayy-ayy)

I'm goin' to the top (ayy), I'm goin' to the top (ayy-ayy)

[Offset:]

Offset

Hoppin' out the trunk (hop out) with the killers lookin' like Thriller

I'm ready for the millions, talk to myself in the mirror

Is you ready? (ready?) Jump off in that Bentley with no ceilings

Is you ready? (is you?) Sick off takin' losses, time for winnin' (winnin')

Can't hang with us, can't bang with us (nah)

They know we armed and dangerous

If you think you fuckin' with my squad, better hang it up (squad)

We been gridin' hard (hard), can't take that from us

We been gridin' hard on the jump, can't take that from us (nah)

[Quavo:]

Are you ready? (ayy) Is you ready? (ready)

You say you ready? (ohh) Whole squad ready (ready)

Is you ready? (huh?) Are you ready? (ready)

Is you ready? Whole squad ready

We came here to see just what you got (ohh)

No, no, no, not on my watch (no way)

Bring what you got, I'm goin' to the top (ayy)

You can bring what you got, I'm goin' to the top (woo)

Bring what you got (ayy), bring what you got (ayy-ayy)

I'm goin' to the top (ayy), I'm goin' to the top (ayy-ayy)

Are you ready? (ayy) Is you ready? (ready)

You say you ready? (ohh) Whole squad ready (ready)

Is you ready? (huh?) Are you ready? (ready)

Is you ready? Whole squad ready

LA Leakers Freestyle #111 lyrics - Migos

[Offset:]

The bag is right there, go get it

Them baguettes right there, two-fifty

Hundred thousand, five hundred, the midget

I was racking my gun in the kitchen

On the low we fuckin' your bitches

Wipe his nose but no, not a tissue

Bullet hole, the switch got a .50

Wrist is cold you'd think it was Christmas

Nigga know that it's up

Fuckin' that bitch in the back of the Maybach

I told her to put the seat up

I'm not gon' go to the internet

I'm 'bout that action, it's time to meet up

Broke niggas know we not into that go get some bigger racks

Time to eat up

Call my young nigga he spinnin' that

He want some stripes with the gang, Adidas

[Takeoff:]

My bad, I forgot to mention

Through the pandemic, we was still runnin' up chicken

Whippin' that shit in the kitchen

You make a mention, a ticket'll make you go missing

Don't do the sneak dissin'

I'm startin' to think niggas wear panties

You niggas some bitches

While you niggas run out of money

My niggas gon' get it 'cause everyday government print it

How you gon' get it? Just send me the addy my niggas will ship it

A million, twenty's and fifty's and hundreds sittin' on the floor, look how I swim in it

Don't wanna get popped, don't open your top

You better move militant

They talkin' about Covid, when I heard the news, I started sippin' the remedy

If I gotta an opp and you say you my brother, then they better be your enemy

I'm takin' them back to the bando way back when the nigga was breaking and enterin'

Stay with the tree like a timberland

Lady Gaga and that Kimberly

Capital J, don't be snitching

These niggas be snitching they actin' real

[Quavo:]

It's time to move righteous, I'm movin' precisely

I looked at my schedule, no time for no wifey

Hit it like crap of the seal of three dicey

Hit double tappin', you niggas gon' like it

It's just lil a post, you niggas ain't pipin'

Fittin' in the strap in the Cinnabon bite

Baguettes in the cross I done iced out Christ

I put it on God, I put it on life

Three wheels pullin' out the parking lot, bitch

And I'm looking like am riding on a goddam tricycle

Nigga ain't nothing to get popped, it's simple

Bitch, I'm settin' up shop in the middle

I'm having credentials

You a dud, I had to go shrimp 'em

Breakin' buds, I had to go trim 'em

I ain't wanna kill 'em so I dipped 'em, uh

Mama, she said "Just lay in the bed if niggas ain't got no pots to piss in"

Back in the day, I was having the Ac'

Young niggas killing their kidneys off Driz

Straight out the mud, then show 'em the wrist

My diamonds hit, these bitches flinch

I put this shit on now I drip and I drench

Finessing the bag like the Grinch

Menace To Society lyrics - Rich The Kid

A menace to society

Free my boys Bobby and Rowdy

I was just scraping up change

Everything changed, I ride in a Masi

12 behind me, I hit the corner, can't find me

They call me a menace to society

I'm riding, no license or ID

A menace to society

Free my boy Bobby and Rowdy

I was just scraping up change

Everything changed, I ride in a Masi

12 behind me, I hit the corner, can't find me

They call me a menace to society

I'm riding, no license or ID

Free Bobby, free Rowdy

Fuck 12, we rowdy

Catch a body, catch a body

Bitch I'm geeking, popped a molly

I only fuck with the real niggas

My diamonds they give you the chills nigga

My young niggas keep flexing

Get the check, don't waste the second

I only fuck if she foreign

Lil bitch ride like horses

Diving in the pussy, I'm snorkling

Been way past five, I'm soaring

I'm juvenile, they call me menace

Racks on me, play tennis

I got an Apple Watch

Flooded with diamond rocks

Still make it jump like 2 3

These niggas mad niggas, they jealous

I'ma run it up, keep flexing

I'm bench pressing, money stretching

Bitch I'm a menace, no Dennis

Fuck you lil niggas, I'm winning

I just might go cop the Bentley

You saving that money, got plenty

A menace to society

Free my boy Bobby and Rowdy

I was just scraping up change

Everything changed, I ride in a Masi

12 behind me, I hit the corner, can't find me

They call me a menace to society

I'm riding, no license or ID

A menace to society

Free my boy Bobby and Rowdy

I was just scraping up change

Everything changed, I ride in a Masi

12 behind me, I hit the corner, can't find me

They call me a menace to society

I'm riding, no license or ID

I ran it up in a second

I bet she fuck in a second

Pouring up a four, lean heavy

I told her like Rocko, bitch we ain't goin' steady

Diamonds bitin', break dancin'

I keep flexin' got 'em staring

So many rings like marriage

Pour an eight, I'm looking scary

13, I was hustling

14, I was busting

16, I was taking from something

Run in your house for the money

I could teach you how to rob

I got rich without a job

Make something from nothing, thank God

I just want to win with the squad

They was hating for no reason

I said I'd do it, they didn't believe me

Got kicked out of school, was a menace

Fuck it, I still got my blessing

Everything European, swear I thought I was dreaming

Fucked your bitch then I fucked up Niemans

I pulled up fresh for no reason

A menace to society

Free my boy Bobby and Rowdy

I was just scraping up change

Everything changed, I ride in a Masi

12 behind me, I hit the corner, can't find me

They call me a menace to society

I'm riding, no license or ID

Migo Pablo lyrics - HoodRich Pablo Juan (feat. Migos)

Damn DJ Plugg, you just killed this

[Offset:]

I get the dope and I make it do magic (dope)

I fucked the thot and she straight out of Magic (thot)

You work with the fed boy, I hear all that static

I used to sleep on the pissy ass mattress

Now I sleep on a bad bitch and she plastic (bad)

Throw me the brick and you know I'ma catch it (hey)

Dick on the stick, nigga go in a casket (brrp)

Poppin' that shit, he been poppin' that shit (hold up)

I just paid a lil' 40 to go and go get it (pop it, pop it, pop it)

They diggin' that shit, how I'm livin' and shit

I've been gettin' money like I'm oil [?]

You ain't take nothin' but a quarter, nigga (huh?)

We get the bricks over borders, nigga (borders)

I took a bitch to the mansion

I kicked the bitch out because she tried to record a nigga (yah)

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]

I got more water than Florida, nigga

Diamonds dancing, doing jumping jacks

I flip it, double back, make it do acrobats

Bitch for every letter in the alphabet

Bust down the Rollie, can't see where the time's at

Cut with the sack like I should have played lineback

Drunk me a 4 in the 20 ounce pineapple

Snake with my neck, I think I hear a rattle

Serving the junkies I grew up a bastard

Smoking moonrocks, I'm going to NASA

Bands on me like I'm having a battle

Sherbert the cookie, it don't even matter

Get to poppin' pills, you would think I have cancer

In the foreign gettin' road head from a dancer

I'm in designer made from a panda

I come in this bitch lit like a candle

[Quavo:]

Too many bricks, gotta sort 'em (bricks)

Nigga, come and place your order (brrp)

Look at my wrist, it's water (water)

Your favorite top model a snorter (wooh)

Cost on my ears, a quarter (ears)

Fuck how you feel, abort 'em (fuck it)

I'm in the field, Portis (field)

Empty the shell, tortoise (rah)

Give me the bail, ornament (bail)

Name a lil' bitch I ain't goin' to get (bitch)

Police tryna steal like the Hornets (twelve)

Send me ten bricks and have fun with it (ten)

If it ain't clean, I don't want it (clean)

Drop me a ten for opponents (ten)

You get a mule or a donkey (mule)

Just give me the extras, I want it (wooh)

I'm with your broad and all

I'm taking her phone, denying your calls (brr)

I'm with my dogs and all

We pulling up on you and tie-dyeing the walls (whoa)

I got the 9, the uzi, the big bazooka, it's just for a cause (wooh)

Look at my wrist, the Patek, the 1970 disco ball (ice)

Money Counter lyrics - Migos

[Quavo:]

Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin'

Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin'

Bring out that money counter

Bring out that money counter

Money counter count up fives and tens

I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins

Bring out that money counter

Bring out that money counter

[Dirty Dave:]

This a whole lot of money

Nothin' but 'em 20s, 50s and 'em 100s

Quavo get the yayo

And some rubber bands, don't forget the scale

Ooooh, trap house jumpin'

Bitch, I thought I told you keep that corner runnin'

Now take that to the stash house

Migo we don't need no friends, we count the cash out

[Quavo:]

Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin'

Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin'

Bring out that money counter

Bring out that money counter

Money counter count up fives and tens

I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins

Bring out that money counter

Bring out that money counter

I just hit a juug on the money counter

I'm swimmin' in the money I think I'm drownin'

I drink out a lean fountain in the migos mansion

I got Molly I got white, I got Marilyn Manson

Walk inside the trap and see a trash bag

I don't throw it away it ain't no trash can

Thought I told you I got molly, I'm the sand man (sandman)

No I'm not a drum major I'm the band man

Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin'

Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin'

Bring out that money counter

Bring out that money counter

Money counter count up fives and tens

I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins

Bring out that money counter

Bring out that money counter

[Takeoff:]

Bring out that money counter in the money mansion

Well, my diamonds be dancin'

Cookin' and wrappin' that work up from plastic

Shippin' it on the Titanic

Real niggas got the block hot like a dragon

Abracadabra do magic

Skippa the Flippa, no L.A. Clipper

Got a hundred thousand in the Aston

Dirty they whippin' a hurricane

So much water in the pot cause a tidal wave

Trap with that work like I'm [?]

Bando lookin' like a masquerade

Wake up in the morning, spark up my OG

Then I blow my smoke off of my balcony

Whippin and beatin that pot

I hit it with the uppercut, that's a fatality

[Quavo:]

Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin'

Bring out that money counter

Bring out that money counter

Money counter count up fives and tens

I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins

Bring out that money counter

Bring out that money counter

[Offset:]

We got that money counter

Cookin' that dope like it hamburger helper

Got a can of nines, no german shephard

Touchdown on the plug

Give back to the hood I never been selfish

Adopting a baby, God father like Melvin

I'm a cash rapper

Trappin' and cappin' tryna' make a livin'

The world is cold, gotta keep a pistol

Dirty game, dirty dollars

More money bring more power

The bigger the risk the more you get rich

You niggas not rich, you niggas counterfeit

Juggin' OG and I'm juggin' the bricks

I'm stuck in the trap, I can't go [?]

[Quavo:]

Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin'

Bring out that money counter

Bring out that money counter

Money counter count up fives and tens

I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins

Bring out that money counter

Bring out that money counter

My Bitches Love Me lyrics - Young Thug & Migos

[Young Thug:]

Hey, get it

Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

All my bitches love me

All of my bitches, they love me

All of my bitches

All of my bitches, they hungry

We got London on the track

All of my niggas, some freaks

Hey

[Quavo & Young Thug:]

Mama, yeah, she my lil' partner (rah)

She shoot at you just like a shotta (rah)

Got finessed 'cause she look like a model (finesse, yeah)

And she got good brain like a scholar (yeet)

And she makin' all the noise (what?)

And she don't got time for lil' boys (hee)

She'd rather go play with a toy

Only blue Benjamins make that hoe moist (damn)

All of my bitches, they love me (they love me)

All of my bitches, they love me (they love me)

All of my bitches, they love me (all of my bitches, they)

All of my bitches, they love me (yeah, they love me)

Drop a five on that bitch (racks)

Drop a ten on that bitch (eeh)

Drop a twenty on that bitch (guap)

Fuck it, I'ma make her rich (mula)

[Young Thug:]

Fuck it, I'ma fuck with shawty (fuck it)

Fuck it, I'ma buy a Yorkie (dawg)

Treat her like she important (treat)

Fuck it up and get a Rollie (whoa)

Park that pussy like a PK (huh?)

I won't watch, it was a secret (yeah)

I'ma pay to get her teeth fixed (yeah)

No implants, gotta speak it (yeah)

[Offset:]

Ayy, spend a five on that bitch (five)

Spend a dime on that bitch (dime)

Make a wife of that bitch (wife)

Her pussy come with a whip (splash)

Take her up on a trip, her mouth ridiculous (ridiculous)

Shawty, she know that she flawless (flawless)

She walk with a wobble (woah)

Her ass look like water (water)

I'm thinking 'bout settlin' down havin' toddlers (huh)

Her pussy so wet so I handle with caution (woah)

I told that bitch I'ma take her to a island (island)

I got a show in Paris, I invite her (come on)

I took one picture with her, she went viral (flash)

Fuck her two times, three times, we don't get tired (no!)

I put Chanel on her, spent a bail on her (bail)

She got that water, put that Michael Phelps on her (splash)

Immigration, lookin' for her, can't tell on her

I told her I got her back, I cannot bail on her (ayy)

We got London on the track

[Quavo & Young Thug:]

Mama, yeah, she my lil' partner (rah)

She shoot at you just like a shotta (rah)

Got finessed 'cause she look like a model (finesse, yeah)

And she got good brain like a scholar (yeet)

And she makin' all the noise (what?)

And she don't got time for lil' boys (hee)

She'd rather go play with a toy

Only blue Benjamins make that hoe moist (damn)

All of my bitches, they love me (they love me)

All of my bitches, they love me (they love me)

All of my bitches, they love me (all of my bitches, they)

All of my bitches, they love me (yeah, they love me)

Drop a five on that bitch (racks)

Drop a ten on that bitch (eeh)

Drop a twenty on that bitch (guap)

Fuck it, I'ma make her rich (mula)

[Young Thug:]

Shawty (yeet), Yorkie (swag)

Important (smart), Rollie

Park that pussy like a PK (yeah)

I won't watch, it was a secret (ayy)

I'ma pay to get her teeth fixed (ayy)

No implants, gotta speak it

Yeah (sheesh)

The booty look healthy, eat it like a pear (yummy)

She say that she live in a [?] (she use [?])

Grease it up, leave it, shine it too (yeah)

Make them hoes walk behind the crew (yeah)

I'm feelin' rich, baby, how 'bout you? (hee, hee)

I'ma pop a few tags (hee)

I'ma buy that bitch a bag (swag)

I'ma buy that bitch a jet (zoom)

I'ma buy that bitch a dad (what?)

I'ma buy that bitch some friends (what?)

I'ma buy that bitch a Benz (skrrt)

I might turbo with a twin (hee, hey)

We got London on the track

[Quavo & Young Thug:]

Mama, yeah, she my lil' partner (rah)

She shoot at you just like a shotta (rah)

Got finessed 'cause she look like a model (finesse, yeah)

And she got good brain like a scholar (yeet)

And she makin' all the noise (what?)

And she don't got time for lil' boys (hee)

She'd rather go play with a toy

Only blue Benjamins make that hoe moist (damn)

All of my bitches, they love me (they love me)

All of my bitches, they love me (they love me)

All of my bitches, they love me (all of my bitches, they)

All of my bitches, they love me (yeah, they love me)

Drop a five on that bitch (racks)

Drop a ten on that bitch (eeh)

Drop a twenty on that bitch (guap)

Fuck it, I'ma make her rich (mula)

[Quavo:]

All of my bitches, my bitches, my bitches, they love me (my bitches, they love me)

All of my bitches, my bitches, my bitches, they love me (ayy)

All of my bitches, my bitches, my bitches, they love me (my bitches, they love me)

All of my bitches, my bitches, my bitches, they love me (my bitches, they love me)

She wanna fuck out in public

Everywhere, everywhere, she wanna fuck on me everywhere

She fuckin' with me 'cause my name buzz

And she fuckin' with me 'cause I'm famous

I wanna fuck on her cousin

I wanna smash on her relatives

I piped on her, she was a nothing

I p-p-p-p-piped her up

My dab is contagious, just sneezed (hachoo)

Understand this shit, capiche? (capiche)

You cannot bite me, no fleas (rrr)

I put your hoe on a lease (knees)

I got your hoe on a leash (leash)

Eat it up like busy bees (eat it up)

She boomerang then catch to me (boomerang)

So I gotta treat her like queen

I'ma treat her like queen

We got London on the track

[Quavo & Young Thug:]

Mama, yeah, she my lil' partner (rah)

She shoot at you just like a shotta (rah)

Got finessed 'cause she look like a model (finesse, yeah)

And she got good brain like a scholar (yeet)

And she makin' all the noise (what?)

And she don't got time for lil' boys (hee)

She'd rather go play with a toy

Only blue Benjamins make that hoe moist (damn)

All of my bitches, they love me (they love me)

All of my bitches, they love me (they love me)

All of my bitches, they love me (all of my bitches, they)

All of my bitches, they love me (yeah, they love me)

Drop a five on that bitch (racks)

Drop a ten on that bitch (eeh)

Drop a twenty on that bitch (guap)

Fuck it, I'ma make her rich (mula)

[Quavo:]

Mama, yeah, she my lil' partner

She shoot at you just like a shotta

My Family lyrics - Migos, Karol G, Snoop Dogg & Rock Mafia

(from "The Addams Family" soundtrack)

Family, family (Family)

I go to war with my family

Ups and downs (Up)

Wrong or right, that's family (Yeah, hey)

They think that we crazy (Crazy)

They say that we crazy, can't handle it (Crazy, yeah)

My back on the wall (Back)

Who I'ma call? My family

We different (Woo), we stick out (Stick out)

Wig out (Wig out), bug out (Hey)

Hop out, hop out (Go)

Ball out (Hey), show out

Aight, this a party

Let's not make a problem (No)

Why you lookin' at me like you're startin' somethin'?

You should know, it's not just me that you be rubbin'

(The wrong way, so you better think twice)

You shouldn't mess with me

You don't wanna mess with me

'Cause if you mess with me, you're messing with my family

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

You shouldn't mess with me

You don't wanna mess with me (No)

'Cause if you mess with me, you're messing with my family

Ay-ay-ya-yay

You might think that we are all loco

Ay-ay-yay (Don't mess with my family)

But this family 'bout to go global

(We blowin' up)

En mi familia si hay problema' no jugamos

Y si hay party hasta mañana celebramos

Si te dicen que estamo' loco', loco' estamos

Y en las buenas y en las malas nos quedamos

No traicionamos (Don't mess with my family)

Aight, this a party

Let's not make a problem (Ay, no)

Why you lookin' at me like there's somethin' up?

You should know, it's not just me that you be rubbin'

(The wrong way, so you better think twice)

You shouldn't mess with me

You don't wanna mess with me

'Cause if you mess with me, you're messing with my family

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

You shouldn't mess with me

You don't wanna mess with me

'Cause if you mess with me, you're messing with my family

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

You messin' with my family

(La Familia)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Don't mess with my family (No)

Ay-ay-ya-yay

You might think that we are all loco

Ay-ay-yay

But this family 'bout to go global

They say that we mean

They say that we rude (Rude)

They say we got problems (Problems)

But we say it's cool

Family, family

I go to war with my family

Ups and downs

But wrong or right, that's family

Ay-ay-ya-yay

You might think that we are all loco

(Don't mess with my family)

Ay-ay-yay

But this family 'bout to go global

New Atlanta lyrics - Migos (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]

Now lyrics - Migos (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

OKC lyrics - Migos (feat. Skippa Da Flippa)

[Quavo:]

My bitch she goes so hard, she trap in Oklahoma

She sent that guap right to me

My bitch she goes so hard, she trap in Oklahoma

She sent that guala right through me

Oklahoma Sooner, Oklahoma Sooner

She a Oklahoma Sooner, Oklahoma Sooner [x3]

I'm cooking up pies

I serving the jays, I'm trapping no why's

You tryna' come juug, I'm pointing at you, and one shot and you die

My plug, he came from Japan

I play with the pots in the pan

I rob from the rich, and I give to the hood, I'm Peter Pan

Lil' mama pop a molly call her Hannah Montana

Watch me call the plays just like Joe Montana

She talking to much, she talking to much, she make me can't stand her

I gave her the work and I told her go to trap in Indiana

My bitch she goes so hard, she trap in Oklahoma

She sent that guap right to me

My bitch she goes so hard, she trap in Oklahoma

She sent that guala right through me

Oklahoma Sooner, Oklahoma Sooner

She a Oklahoma Sooner, Oklahoma Sooner [x3]

[Skippa Da Flippa:]

She from Oklahoma, so I called her Sooner

Seen her in the club, could've fucked her sooner

Barracuda Chopper turned you straight to tuna

And don't listen to these bitches cause' they out to rule us

She loving my lingo, she loving my slang

Touchdown on the plug and then bought me a chain

Ten bags of kush and ten bags of cane

She love how I dab and the way that I bang

I got it with your best offer

So many sticks like a golfer

Look baby please check your posture

Hit him so far like a saucer

Hot box car in Oklahoma

I popped the seals, you would think I was Homer

She'll tell you that I own her

[?] and I'm landing aroma

Hit my nigga T Boone Pickens

Cause' I know he got the plug on the ticket

You walk in my kitchen, get sickness

Chopping up and wrapping just slander your business

[Quavo:]

My bitch she goes so hard, she trap in Oklahoma

She sent that guap right to me

My bitch she goes so hard, she trap in Oklahoma

She sent that guala right through me

Oklahoma Sooner, Oklahoma Sooner

She a Oklahoma Sooner, Oklahoma Sooner [x3]

Pop Shit lyrics - Quality Control & Migos

[Takeoff:]

Ayy

DY crazy

Ayy, you know who done fucked up right, you

Uh

Yeah, you

Yo, you too nigga

Yo yo, you too nigga

Let me pop my shit, yeah you too nigga

Backends we get, pop it

Your ho been hit

Oh you talkin' 'bout your bitch?

The wrist been lit (ice)

Live like this

Nah for real nigga

Hundred K spent on my wrist lil nigga

Breakin' that pot and that dope gon' triple

I left a tip for your bitch my nigga

I fuck her mouth, her throat got bigger

Pull up and hop out the car, drip

Fuck on a bitch, she a star, drip

Buy it and fuck what it cost, drip

Try it and get knocked off, brrt

They gon' eat up the dab, Jaws

Never shop, crib came with a mall

Free my niggas that's behind the wall

Ain't gon' stop till they free my niggas all

I can make a movie, Seagal

No dribble, I ball

And roll up a Backwood with Cookie as fat as a log

Then hop in the frog

I'ma go'n pop my shit

I'ma pull up at six

Number one, first draft pick

Coupe, it came with the kit

Real niggas all around me

Lot of pussy niggas still exist

Drank, it right under my trench

Starter bitches on my bench

The cookie pack came dense

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop)

Pop shit, pop-pop-pop shit

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop)

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop)

Pop shit, pop-pop-pop shit

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop)

I'ma go'n to pop my shit

Hold on, let me talk my shit

Tell her don't look my way

Nigga I'll buy your bitch

No wings attached

You don't get fly like this

No strings attached

I'ma pop my shit

[Offset:]

Don't be poppin', get caught with the sawed-off (poppin')

Whippin' cocaine, cookin' product (coke)

Break down the dope like it's sawdust (break down)

Look what the grind done bought us (look)

Catch the bitches (catch), but I don't fetch the bitches (no)

Catch your bitch, I ain't hit her, I was thinkin' about your feelings (here you go)

I'ma glide on your bitch, do you hear me? (glide)

Shooter on the bench and pop wheelies (brrt)

QC nigga, pop millions (woo)

We ain't gonna talk about the feelings (nah)

We ain't gotta talk about the gremlins (nah)

Paid shooters 'round me chillin' (baow)

Pop it off baby, start kneeling (pop it off)

Give me my racks off the dribble (racks)

My papa pull up in a lizard (pull up)

The eyes on that bitch like a gizzard (eyes)

I get the money so vivid (racks)

Young nigga I'm makin history (history)

Set not going for dissing (nah)

On a jet when I'm flying the distance (jet)

Bad bitch she an assistant (bitch)

Drive the bricks to Michigan (woo)

[Takeoff:]

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop)

Pop shit, pop-pop-pop shit

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop)

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop)

Pop shit, pop-pop-pop shit

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop)

I'ma go'n to pop my shit

Hold on, let me talk my shit

Tell her don't look my way

Nigga I'll buy your bitch

No wings attached

You don't get fly like this

No strings attached

I'ma pop my shit

[Quavo:]

Pop my shit, I pop it (pop it)

Whole lotta bullets in the cartridge

Told 'em, trust the process (trust it)

I'ma break em down, diagnostics (break it)

Cup of the drank too toxic (woo)

Stashin' the pint in the cockpit (stashin')

Your bitch want my kids, she swallowed it (uhh)

Came back up for oxygen (up)

FN make a nigga move (move, move)

Put a fuck nigga on the news (news, news)

Mama drunk, let you drank booze (mama)

'Cause her son done turned into food (damn)

Big name came with the weight (woo)

Rear cam all in the plates (yeah)

Mix it in dog food, baked (skrt)

Finesse me a nigga out of state (jugg)

You turned to a woman, Cait (Jenner)

Crisp back the lawn, mow the snakes (renter)

Stick to the money, pace (stuck)

Hit the gas to the top, it's a race (top)

My wrist, can't stop, Ma$e (woo)

Give a bitch my cock, the taste (here)

Got a M in the locked suitcase (cash)

Mama found it when she broke the vase (damn ma)

[Takeoff:]

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop)

Pop shit, pop-pop-pop shit

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop)

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop)

Pop shit, pop-pop-pop shit

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop)

I'ma go'n to pop my shit

Hold on, let me talk my shit

Tell her don't look my way

Nigga I'll buy your bitch

No wings attached

You don't get fly like this

No strings attached

I'ma pop my shit

Position To Win lyrics - Migos

[Quavo:]

Oh, Huncho did this?

DJ Durel

Steppin' up (Up), always take the risk (Up)

Livin' life (Life), go hard and don't quit (Go hard)

Drip, splash like the ice on the wrist (Brr, brr, brr, brr)

That's a call I can't miss (Brr, hello)

Set my goals like a go, hit the switch (Go, go)

Work, work, work, check it off the checklist (Work, work, work)

In a position to win (Win), in a position to go (Go)

In a position to win (Win), in a position to go (Go)

In a position to win (Uh, uh), in a position to go (Uh)

In a position to win (Uh), in a position to go (Uh, uh)

'Bout that action ('Bout that action)

Let's get active (let's get active)

That's what I'm askin' (What I'm askin')

Like what's happenin'? (What's happenin'?)

Skrrt skrrt, but don't crash it (No)

My diamonds clashin' (Baow)

Like an accident (Woop, woop)

I take high risks 'cause I'm passionate (High risk, go)

I get it fast, I'm grippin' the bag, I'm dashin' it (I get it fast, woo)

We 'bout to go undefeated in all of the matches (Undefeated, go)

We did it first, you do it the same, exactly (We did it first, hey, yeah yeah)

[Offset & Quavo:]

Woo, woo, woo, woo (Go, uh)

Woo, woo, woo, woo (Hey)

Woo, woo, woo, woo (What?)

Woo, woo, woo, woo (Skrrt skrrt)

[Quavo & Offset:]

In a position to win (Win), in a position to go (Go)

In a position to win (Win), in a position to go (Go)

In a position to win (Uh, uh), in a position to go (Uh)

In a position to win (Uh), in a position to go (Uh, uh, Offset)

[Offset:]

I'm a star player, W's over L's

Touch down, the crowd yells

Succeed and we never fail

Whew, we out of here, yeah

Ooh, we gotta prevail

We comin' to raise hell

They hatin', they want us to fail

They was sleepin' on the gang and we bombed on 'em (Bombed on 'em)

We got 35 yards on the fourth on 'em

Skrrt skrrt, whew, hah, we outta here, whew, he gone

It's a touch down, we home

Been through the struggle, we strong

Teamwork, dreamwork, nobody did it alone

We hungry, eat to the bone

Nobody can copy and clone

In the position to win

What you gon' do when you won?

We gotta go a lil' harder

Learn from mistakes, be smarter

[Quavo:]

In a position to win (Win), in a position to go (Go)

In a position to win (Win), in a position to go (Go)

In a position to win (Uh, uh), in a position to go (Uh)

In a position to win (Uh), in a position to go (Uh, uh)

[Takeoff:]

In a position to win, in a position to go (Go)

I'm turnin' the knob on ten (Ten)

And pushin' the pedal the floor (Floor)

I'm learnin' from all my losses (Losses)

I am the player and coach (Coach)

Look at the dab, it's awesome (Awesome)

Grab your pad, take notes (Notes)

I'm on the boat, they ridin' the wave

With no life vest, come float (Float)

I'm in a position, you in a position

What is you complainin' for? (Why?)

I'm in a position to win

You in a postion to lose for sure (For sure)

I got back my groove, I'm makin' a move

And I get the champion dough (Nah)

We came from the bottom and now we on top and we just gon' keep levelin' up (Up)

We here to go platinum and then we go diamond, go put the gold medal up (Up)

And we be rockin' so much gold 'cause we got the Midas touch (Midas)

Thinkin' that they in the way but they know ain't no competition with us (Nah)

[Quavo:]

In a position to win (Win), in a position to go (Go)

In a position to win (Win), in a position to go (Go)

In a position to win (Uh, uh), in a position to go (Uh)

In a position to win (Uh), in a position to go (Uh, uh)

Oh, Huncho did this?

DJ Durel

Pound Cake (Freestyle) lyrics - Migos

[Intro]

[Hook:]

They thought I wouldn't make it

Thought I wouldn't make it

They thought I wouldn't make it

Thought I wouldn't make it

They thought I wouldn't make it

Thought I wouldn't make it

They thought I wouldn't make it

Thought I wouldn't make it

Pussy nigga, we made it

Pussy nigga, we made it

They thought I wouldn't make it

Thought I wouldn't make it

They thought I wouldn't make it

Thought I wouldn't make it

They thought I wouldn't make it

Thought I wouldn't make it

Pussy nigga, we made it

Pussy nigga, we made it

[Verse 1: Takeoff]

The Audi, Bugatti, Ferrari, the Masi

The Bentley, the Fisker, the Jag, the Rover

With a bad bitch like Hova

My wrist it be spinning and spinning like it got a motor

Fifty bricks in the Toyota, trapping off the motorola!

Through this same time, it was last year

Migo gang still with the top, Migo gang

Niggas wasn't fucking with me

Now they wanna fuck with me

Cause they see on tv in that Versace

I know that they hate it, I know that they hate it

I know that they praying we won't make it

Momma told me, "Son, you gon be the greatest

And you know that you gon always have haters."

16 stuffing zips in my windbreaker

Hanging with the OGs and the killers

Then that windbreaker turned to a chinchilla

No limit money nigga like I signed with Percy Miller

Whippin it, whippin that Hitler then hop in that Fisker

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Offset]

It was all a dream like Biggy

Grind hard, committed, Migo gang lieutenant

Lost a lot, now we winning

From the Hondas to Bentleys

First of all I wanna say... fuck the feds

Wanna see a nigga locked up or dead

Straight up out the county, straight to the fortune

Remember back in the day broke on the porches

Smokin gas, sipping mud, driving in them Porsches

Now we traveling the world like a fucking orbit

Thousand dollars pair Giuseppes, no more rocking Jordans

Fully loaded Rolex for my son, Jordan

Now he looking up to daddy like my daddy important

Rolls Royce or the Maybach, that's boss choices

Get this shit like I'm Chuck "Offset" Norris

Rasputia my pockets they fat, don't mistake me for Norbit

WHOA!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Quavo]

Ever since day 1, had to juug some

Momma told me, 'better not run into these houses son"

What you mean ma? We gotta keep the lights on

She said, "Quavo you might run into the wrong one"

It was 2 years ago, it feel like it was yesterday

Task force around my house looking for a case

Turning on the channel news then I see my face

Turn myself in cause I know my lawyer beat the case

Then we dropped Bando, hoes go loco

How dare a nigga ever disrespect the Migos

Could see that hater look in the eyes, the way we hit em by surprise

Cause we blowing up like inner tube tires

Now look at my life rocking the ice, rocking the mic

Now my hoes a different color, looking like Mike & Ike

Damn right I changed my life

I hope I motivated young niggas to get their money right

Now this is for the people let em know that we some young rich niggas

Now this is for the people let em know that we got way more than one hit single

GONE!

Young Rich Niggas 2...

It's a blessing...

From us to you...

Pretty Little Lady lyrics - Migos

[Chorus - Quavo:]

Pretty lil lady, lil lady

I tried to put her on but she already made it

Pretty lil lady, lil lady

And she got her own, she don't need a nigga paper

Little lady, you're so pretty

Pretty lil lady, you're so pretty

Pretty lil lady and she got her own

Pretty lil lady you know she got her own

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]

Pretty lady, she got her own Mercedes

And she single, she thick and grown with no babies

I really wanna take little mama home and go crazy

But she won't let me, I can't do nothing but respect it

She know the work from Monday through Thursday she earned it

She don't care about my money, I sip my tea like Kermit

She don't care bout them hunnids she pull em out the purses

Yo bitch I'm the dab king I fuck her like a virgin?

She say she got a 9-5 I know that bitch serving

It's none of my business I ain't worry

But if you got a nigga and you working for him

I'm a shoot that nigga, Quavo Stephen Curry

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Offset:]

Handle your business don't put me in it

I know the truth you not innocent

She got excited by my Louboutins

Hop in my Lambo fuck her, we don't speak again

She didn't know I was a rapper

Pick up the front and back in every weekend

Gotta tell the truth shawty be dabbing

Pull up on you in the jagger with Aston

Her stomach so fat like she fasting

Look at that ass it's fantastic

Go get that money lil bitty bi**h go get it

Now hop on that pole and get nasty

She won't let you smash let you spin in it

It gotta be some type of benefit

Oh fuck it I don't really need that bi**h

She a bad bi**h, she ain't really shit

I beat it, I hit her but I can not keep one

We at the condo she smoking the reefer

Some of you lie she a beater

Nasty and know little mama in the fetal

Balenciega, alligator sneakers

I trapped on the block, hotter than a fever

I know she working she is not a keeper

She fucking all these nigga's with monifa

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]

I know little mama she got it, no doubt about it

But I'm trying to see bout it

Pulling Benjamin's out her wallet

Looking real exotic, walking in Zanotti damn!

Big booty so big it's shaped, look like an apple ooh!

She bending over bouta make me get tackled

Wanna go to... let her see the castle

Grab bout 28 folds you gon need a ladder ooh!

We smoking up cookies burning like a candle gas

Asked her where she's from she told me Seattle

Mama live in California, said her brother doing 5 years in Savannah

Got a condo down in Alabama

She gon let me pull up be my nasty dancer beat it!

TV's in my phantom can change the channels flex

Looking up to the sky cause it's panoramic

I fuck with her pimping cause she really getting it fuck with ya

No Felicia, lil mama run up a ticket add it up

Dabbin might pull up to you in Givenchy damn!

Pretty lil lady, know she independent

You beat the statistics you got you a car and a house

So I can't take you out of the trenches, nah!

Ain't gotta add me for none of my benji's

You bout ya riches and you mind your business

Takeoff!

[Chorus]

Pull Up lyrics - Migos

Pull up, hop out, shut up

Pull up, hop out, shut up

Pull up, hop out, shut up

Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up

Pull up, hop out, shut up

Pull up, hop out, shut up

Pull up, hop out, shut up

Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up

Pull up, hop out, shut up

Pull up, hop out, shut up

Pull up, hop out, shut up

Pull up, hop out, shut up

Pull up, hop out, shut up

Pull up, hop out, shut up

Pull up, hop out, shut up

Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up

[Takeoff:]

Park the whip, park it

Start the whip, start it

Pop the shit, pop it

Fuck on your bitch

She lovin' the clique, I play with the clit (play with it)

She pick up the bag, I make her go to work, and pay her in dick

My cars are tint (tinted)

Put the stars in vics

No flaws, cars fit in my garage, about to ménage a bitch

I got her number, got head from her, never gon call the bitch

Double R ghost with the stars in the ceiling, foot out the window with the wrist, fuck em up

No need to talk, they know what the deal is

Don't fuck with the kid

I pull up and shoot at your wig and your kids

You fuck with the pigs

Niggas know who, niggas know you

You told them who, bringing the crew

Boom Boom

Kick down your door bo-boom

Pull Up, hop out, shut up

Pull Up, hop out, shut up

Pull Up, hop out, shut up

Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up

Pull Up, hop out, shut up

Pull Up, hop out, shut up

Pull Up, hop out, shut up

Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up

Pull Up, hop out, shut up

Pull Up, hop out, shut up

Pull Up, hop out, shut up

Pull Up, hop out, shut up

Pull Up, hop out, shut up

Pull Up, hop out, shut up

Pull Up, hop out, shut up

Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up

[Quavo:]

Park the Bentley on the curb

Diamonds came out the earth

Her pussy water when I'm kickin'

Her pussy water wanna surf

Auntie got a pack of percs

Put a nigga on a shirt

He pulled up, and he hopped out

But I had to shoot the nigga first

Took a bitch from the bottom

Name a pack, I done bought em

I met the plug at Ramada

Put the packs in the columns

Mac and cheese no collards

Big mac, no whopper

Macintosh no Apple

Mac 11 for the hackers

[Offset:]

Hop out the robotic, this how I go bout it

Migos pulled up with Dracos I don't low ride em

Yeah he a man but the stick bout to hole wide em

Stick to the code, who got shot, I don't know bout it

Who, huh we sellin' bombs, Saddam

I smell more millions to come

We spend a hundred for fun

Pull Up, hop out, shut up

Pull Up, hop out, shut up

Pull Up, hop out, shut up

Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up

Pull Up, hop out, shut up

Pull Up, hop out, shut up

Pull Up, hop out, shut up

Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up

Pull Up, hop out, shut up

Pull Up, hop out, shut up

Pull Up, hop out, shut up

Pull Up, hop out, shut up

Pull Up, hop out, shut up

Pull Up, hop out, shut up

Pull Up, hop out, shut up

Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up

Pure Water lyrics - Mustard & Migos

Woo!

Y'all already know huh? Right?

Mustard on the beat, ho

Let's go

Uh (Woo, woo), no Master P (Ayy)

Ten bad bitches and they after me (Bad)

One bad bitch look like a masterpiece (Uh)

Lookin' for dunk, like a athlete (Uh)

Big drip, what you call it? (Big drip, yeah)

Ice chain, pure water (Ice, ice, ice)

You got the cash but can't afford it (Cash, no)

You got the bag but can't afford it (Give me the bag)

Give me the beat, I ride it like a jetski (Hey)

So many bad bitches they harassin' me (Bad)

They like me 'cause I rap and be with the athletes (Athletes)

Stop askin' me (Uh), I know they mad at me (Nah)

Hop in the coupe, then I slide like it's Vaseline (Skrrt, skrrt)

West coast 6-4 jump like a trampoline (6-4)

Take a brick out, put it on a triple beam (Brick out)

I'm not from Canada, but I see a lot of tings (Canada)

Dismantle her, I know how to handle her (Woo)

Wet the candle up, make you put a banner up (Up, up)

Toss a 50 up, make 'em tear the club up (Tear the club up)

Took your bitch out the game, I had to sub her (Swap, swap)

Uh (Woo, woo), no Master P (Ayy)

Ten bad bitches and they after me (Bad)

One bad bitch look like a masterpiece (Uh)

Lookin' for dunk, like a athlete (Uh)

Big drip, what you call it? (Big drip, big drip, yeah)

Ice chain, pure water (Ice, ice, ice)

You got the cash but can't afford it (Hey!, cash)

You got the bag but can't afford it (Woo, woo, woo)

Offset!

Pimpin' ain't easy, make her open up and eat it (Eat it)

Stars in the ceilin' and my seats, they Tempur-Pedic (Hey, hey)

I see them niggas watchin' and they plottin', tryna sneak me (Plot)

I can't hit a thot, can't trust a thot, they tellin' secrets (Thot, no)

Big bank take lil' bank, lil' nigga (Cash)

Catch him down bad, that nigga cry a whole river (Hey)

Nawf on my back, I'm takin' care of the whole village (Nawf)

Somebody got shot, what you talkin' 'bout, Willis?

In the lobby with a brick, I'm Ricky Bobby with your bitch

I go Lawrence with the fit, in the 'Rari with no tint ('Rari, drip, drip)

I'm from the trench, I got the dirty money rinsed (Oh)

You was poppin' so I popped and prayed to God, repent (Oh, oh, oh, let's go)

Uh (Woo, woo), no Master P (Ayy)

Ten bad bitches and they after me (Bad)

One bad bitch look like a masterpiece (Uh)

Lookin' for dunk, like a athlete (Uh)

Big drip, what you call it? (Big drip, yeah)

Ice chain, pure water (Ice, ice, ice)

You got the cash but can't afford it (Cash, no)

You got the bag but can't afford it

T-Takeoff, no limit to the money (Money, nah)

I picked the gang up, took a flight across the country ('Cross the country, where?)

I tipped the waitress, told her, "Keep the ones comin'"

Hit the store to get some Backwoods and left the Wraith runnin', fuck it

Lookin' like they plottin', but we already on it (On it)

In the lab with Celine like that bag that she wanted (Celine)

A lot of tings, ass bustin' out them jeans, make you want it (Ting)

Make you wanna spend a 50, hit the scene with her, don't it? (Scene)

Whole team full of queens, gotta keep their eyes on me (Queen)

It's a snake in disguise, prolly wanna slide on me (Slide)

I bet they ride on 'em when I put that prize on 'em (Prize)

Ten bad bitches, rotate 'em, got five of 'em (Five)

Uh (Woo, woo), no Master P (Ayy)

Ten bad bitches and they after me (Bad)

One bad bitch look like a masterpiece (Uh)

Lookin' for dunk, like a athlete (Uh)

Big drip, what you call it? (Big drip, yeah)

Ice chain, pure water (Ice, ice, ice)

You got the cash but can't afford it (Cash, no)

You got the bag but can't afford it

Two-step (Oh, yeah, uh, oh, yeah)

Two-step (Oh, yeah, uh, oh, yeah)

Two-step (Oh, yeah, uh, oh, yeah)

Two-step (Oh, yeah, uh, oh, yeah)

Two-step (Oh, yeah, uh, oh, yeah)

Two-step (Oh, yeah, uh, oh, yeah)

Two-step (Oh, yeah, uh, oh, yeah)

Two-step (Oh, yeah, uh, oh, yeah)

Goodnight

Migos other songs:

 

Racks 2 Skinny lyrics - Migos

(Durel made the beat, I'ma rock wit it)

(Takeoff)

I cop me a coupe and I hop in it (Coupe)

He claimin' the game, but he not it (Nah)

That Birkin bag came with the fire in it (Brrr)

He told you a rap with a lie in it (Lie)

He got some new jewels

He's flexin' his ice

He's praying to God he don't die in it (God)

Let me take them back to the bando on the Nawf

Don't you remind me (Nawf)

I try to stay low

But I shine so bright

So it be hard not to find me (Shine)

These rainbow diamonds up in that Roley

No, this not your regular time piece (Rainbow)

Come place your order

Goin' to cost you a quarter

And there's a fee to stand beside me (Fee)

God forbid if somebody try me

I'm turning this shit to a crime scene (Grrr)

Grab a cig and put up the kid

The mini Draco in the arm sling (Shoot)

And ain't no jumpin', no switchin' no side

When I let it sing, the bell ring (No)

Please don't judge me just 'cause of my cover

'Cause you never seen what I seen (Go)

(When the racks to skinny)

I walk in the bih with my gun out (Bow)

You don't know what I know

Ain't seen what I seen

What the fuck they be t'alm bout? (Huh?)

Damn (Damn)

She stick on a bag and went on this bitch to clock out (Go)

I pulled the F&N out of my drawers

She thought I was pullin' my cock out (Cock out)

If you touch one of us, we bust your little bitty shit get shot down (Rah)

You're not one of us, I did not trust ya then, especially not now (Not now)

Young nigga come through spittin' this swangin' shit

It's a Nawf side playground (Nawf side, ya)

Zip 'em up, spray ground (Zip 'em)

We gon', 85 Nawf-bound (Skrr)

Yessir, this Migo bidness

We divided the field like tennis (We divided the field)

We shook up the trenches

Movin' the tenants and still trappin' in it (Trap, trap)

It's a handoff fifty (Woo)

I'll stack it up, double it, spend it (Stack it, stack it)

When the racks too skinny (Too skinny)

I can make somethin', squeeze a milli (Squeeze, uh)

When the racks too skinny (Too skinny)

I can make somethin', squeeze a milli (Squeeze, woo)

When the racks too skinny (Go)

I can make somethin', squeeze a milli (Squeeze, uh)

When the racks too skinny (Skinny)

I can make somethin', squeeze a milli (Squeeze)

When the racks too skinny (Too skinny)

I can make somethin', squeeze a milli (Squeeze)

(Offset)

Dropped out of school (Hey)

Kicked down the door, bust it down now we full (Kicked door)

Know 'bout the denim, the patches velour

I sent 'em, they split 'em, don't go back and forth

I got a stick, this bitch take down a horse (Stick)

Basketball seats in the Wraith like a court (Hey)

We get you split, get you put in a morgue (Morgue)

Big body mansion with basketball courts (Courts)

Count a whole M up my thumb was sore (Sore)

Just look at this bitch and I know I'ma score (Score)

200 cash with a mag in my drawer (Mag)

I'm pullin' strings like I play the guitar (Hey)

Draco's and MAC's we ready for war (Draco, Draco)

We petty, we spend every day with them cut up machete

I spend a little lettuce, he sent to the medics

My money come steady, somebody gon' die, only way I can dead it

I heard your money was shedding

We on the verge, worth hundreds of millions (Verge)

They trick of your top and I took off my ceiling

Cash in the vault, I got more than a million

M's in the bank, I don't care 'bout a M (Please)

Play with the gang, we stay and we drill 'em

Fuck it, we crash we villain

I'm in my bag and I'm hittin'

When the racks too skinny (Too skinny)

I can make somethin', squeeze a milli (Squeeze, woo)

When the racks too skinny (Go)

I can make somethin', squeeze a milli (Squeeze, uh)

When the racks too skinny (Skinny)

I can make somethin', squeeze a milli (Squeeze, suwoo)

When the racks too skinny (Too skinny)

I can make somethin', squeeze a milli (Squeeze, uh)

When the racks too skinny (Racks)

I can make somethin', squeeze a milli (Squeeze, woo)

When the racks too skinny (Go)

I can make somethin', squeeze a milli (Squeeze, uh)

When the racks too skinny (Skinny)

I can make somethin', squeeze a milli (Squeeze, suwoo)

When the racks too skinny (Racks)

I can make somethin', squeeze a milli (Squeeze, uh)

(Durel made the beat, I'ma rock wit it)

Real Street Nigga lyrics - Migos

[Chorus - Quavo:]

Real street nigga

This right here for the real street niggas

This right here

This right here for the real street niggas

Real street niggas

This right here for the real street niggas

Real street niggas

This right here for the real street niggas

Put your money up nigga

This right here for the real street niggas

Gas up nigga

This right here for the real street niggas

Put your Glock up nigga

This right here for the real street niggas [3X]

You a real street nigga

You a real street nigga

I'm a real street nigga

You a real street nigga

You a real street nigga

I'm a real street nigga

You a real street nigga

You a real street nigga

This right here for the real street niggas [2X]

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]

You a real street nigga

Linking up with ya talk chica talk with a nigga

If you a street nigga you can make it rich

Turn it to a beamer

You not a street nigga if you got a chef and you never seen him

Get out the streets

Real street nigga tryna move out the hood to a kingdom

You not a street nigga you walking round butt naked without a pistol

You not a street nigga everybody working her

And you be kissing her

Flip the brick and bought a Fisker man

Wrist in the water like fisher man

Smuggling dope in the tin can

100 racks in the roof no... fan

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]

Niggas know me I'm a beast

Put you on the plate to eat

If you not gon shoot don't reach

If you gon kill use technique

My chef cook the brick now it's bon appetit

Street niggas know that you gotta be patient

Plot on the jugg see the chance and you take it

All these fuck niggas around you deflatable

Solid foundation built up by some players

Street nigga just trying to make up a meal

Street niggas spent some nights with no meal

Street niggas in the streets know what it is

Street nigga, really gon feel me

Street nigga, really gon hear me

Street nigga, pull up extension

Street nigga, go through your

Street nigga get out go buy him a Bentley

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]

Real street nigga gotta be idiot, can you make a nickel outta penny can ya?

Never catch me slipping cause I keep it on him and you know the clip is extended

Street nigga catch a body never talk about it, nigga killing the witness

A fake nigga say, he gon shoot, he just talking bout it

Ain't official, he don't want no issue

A fake nigga felt like a action figure

Real nigga look for the bigger picture

To make it out the bando... I'm wrapping them

I'm trapping in the blizzard

I went trapping, capping on a daily basis

Call me doctor Takeoff serving all the patients

Real street nigga fuck up that check, he ain't waiting

Fuck it, take the plug off, he a hater

[Chorus]

Say Sum lyrics - Migos

[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

Scooby & Shaggy lyrics - Migos

[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]

See Myself Broke lyrics - Migos (feat. Sage The Gemini)

[Sage The Gemini:]

Hear that roar (Roar)

Hey, hear that roar (Roar)

Ever since I got money bitches kumbaya

Hey, kumbaya, kumbaya

Ever since I got money bitches kumbaya

Ayy

Got these Louis frames over my cornea (On my cornea)

I go to my old hood in the newest car (In the newest car)

All my old girls screamin' you a star (Screamin' you a star)

Doing digits on the dash, you gon' hear that roar

[Quavo:]

(Quavo)

You gon' hear that roar (Vroom), she scream she want more

I fucked her on the floor, that's what we call a score

Ouu, look at my dab (Dab), you don't even know the half (No-no)

All of my bitches got- (Huh), All of my bitches got ass (Ayy)

This is how I'm feeling, came from water whipping to the top of the building (Ouu)

This is how I'm feeling, fuck a nigga feelings, fuck a nigga feelings (Fuck him)

All of my engines got roar (Skrt), Mmy bitches came 'cross the water (Bitch)

All of my plugs cross the water (Woo), and I never, never short her (No)

She wanna fuck with a rider (Rider), I put the dope right inside her (Dope)

And she done sold four out of five of 'em (Five of 'em)

Hop in the coupe and we ride on 'em, that's for sure though

I don't like taking no photo (No), I poured her a drink, she say "No mo'"

And I don't like coppers, no Robo (No), I step out and dab on them, dabo (Dab)

[Sage The Gemini (Quavo):]

Twenties (Cash), Fifties (Racks)

Twenties (Twenties), Fifties (Fifties)

Twenties (Twenties), Fifties (Fifties)

Twenties (Twenties), Fifties (Fifties)

Twenties (Twenties), Fifties (Fifties)

Twenties (Twenties), Fifties (Fifties)

Twenties (Twenties), Fifties (Fifties)

Twenties

I can't see myself broke

(I cannot see myself broke)

(I cannot see myself broke)

(I cannot see myself broke)

I can't go through that no more

(I cannot go through that no more)

(I cannot go through that no more)

(I cannot go through that no more)

I can't see myself broke

(I cannot see myself broke)

(I cannot see myself broke)

(I cannot see myself broke)

I can't go through that no more

(I cannot go through that no more)

(I cannot go through that no more)

(I cannot go through that no more, no)

I can't see myself broke

[Sage The Gemini:]

Got these Louis frames over my cornea (On my cornea)

I go to my old hood in the newest car (In the newest car)

All my old girls screamin' you a star (Screamin' you a star)

Doing digits on the dash, you gon' hear that roar

[Takeoff:]

(T-T-Takeoff)

Do the digits in the Aston, digits in the Lambo', you can hear the engine roar (Skrr)

The way I do fashion, think I'm an assassin, they know I'm a star, my dab is up to par (Damn)

Scoot up my double cup, sipping on bar

No matter the place they gon' know who we are, pull up in the Aston, the doors are ajar

Smoking cookies, not a rookie, we smoke it out cookie jar (Gas)

These niggas a bank card, my nigga, your niggas fraud, didn't tell me that when you niggas sent me large Marge

Remember I was dreaming 'bout kicking it with the stars, now I'm overseas in Bahamas getting a massage

Look out for the snakes, so I dressed up in camouflage (Snakes), all these foreign cars cannot fit in my garage (Nah)

I came a long way from patience and waiting around with a .30, not swiping a card

Treat this shit like basketball but no charge, you wanna go home? then you better go hard

I cannot see myself going broke 'cause I cannot leave my family out here to starve

I get the money, more green than the forest (Yup), when I sweat kush, the lean come out my pores

No maid, I got ten bitches gon' do the charge

Tell Benjamin, mi casa, su casa, my house is yours (Takeoff)

[Sage The Gemini (Quavo):]

Twenties (Cash), Fifties (Racks)

Twenties (Twenties), Fifties (Fifties)

Twenties (Twenties), Fifties (Fifties)

Twenties (Twenties), Fifties (Fifties)

Twenties (Twenties), Fifties (Fifties)

Twenties (Twenties), Fifties (Fifties)

Twenties (Twenties), Fifties (Fifties)

Twenties

I can't see myself broke

(I cannot see myself broke)

(I cannot see myself broke)

(I cannot see myself broke)

I can't go through that no more

(I cannot go through that no more)

(I cannot go through that no more)

(I cannot go through that no more)

I can't see myself broke

(I cannot see myself broke)

(I cannot see myself broke)

(I cannot see myself broke)

I can't go through that no more

(I cannot go through that no more)

(I cannot go through that no more)

(I cannot go through that no more, no)

I can't see myself broke

Seize The Block lyrics - Migos

(from "The Fate Of The Furious" soundtrack)

[Takeoff:]

You know we seize the block

We need the block

I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)

I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)

I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)

I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)

The block is hot, I keep the Glock (aye)

The block is hot, I keep the Glock (aye)

I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)

I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)

I seize the block (seize), I need the block (block)

I ran from 12 (12), I dropped the Glock (Glock)

The streets is hot, I need the pot (pot)

They need the knot (knot), so niggas try (grrraw)

I copped the drop (copped), just left the lot (skrrt)

I grabbed my Glock (Glock), let off a shot (babagraow)

Codeine on rocks (lean), I need to stop (lean, Act')

I seize the block (seize), I need the block (Takeoff)

Seize the block, I feed the block, you know I need the block (need)

Take heed of block and read the block, I never leave the block (leave)

I leave the block, no Nicki but I bees the block (aye)

Take heed of block and read the block, I never leave the block (aye)

Terminatin' like I'm Terminator (Terminator)

So many mansions, I'm a real estate (real estate)

Jumping off that like a [?]

Pick up that shit like it's tissue paper

When I get a pint, I gotta [?] (pint)

Fuckin this bitch, I gotta tape her (Bitch!)

No pancake, a lot of maple (lean)

Armored car, disabled

I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)

I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)

I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)

I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)

The block is hot, I keep the Glock (aye)

The block is hot, I keep the Glock (aye)

I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)

I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)

[Offset:]

Your block hot, dragon

She a thot thot, she nasty (huh)

In a pot pot, whippin' Ashley (whippin it)

50 k for a walk and I'm having it (aye)

I got a jay in the trap and he baggin' it (jay)

There go the blocks, bag it in (in)

Not scared of the cops, we cappin 'em (twelve)

They think that we rappin', we wrapping them

I receive the box, with 50 more keys of pot

Young nigga holdin' his stick cause he see the plot

Young nigga he see the plot (I see da)

Muhammed Ali cause I weave the block

I beat the block (I weave the block)

Beat up, just peek the box, I'm fuckin that secret thot (boom, boom, smash)

[Takeoff:]

I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)

I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)

I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)

I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)

The block is hot, I keep the Glock (aye)

The block is hot, I keep the Glock (aye)

I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)

I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)

[Quavo:]

Block's our jazz so stay out them streets, yeah

Iced out Rollie and Patek Phillipe, yeah (ice)

When you sleep, yeah, I'mma gon' creep, yeah (creep)

Pull up on your niggas, make you block bleed, yeah (skrrt)

See the block, See the block, ring, Bron Bron (brrr)

Cocaine white like the glaze on Honey Buns (coca)

Bitch don't wanna fuck, talkin bout let's have fun (bitch)

My niggas on the block, my niggas on the block like they caught a lil biddy [?]

Neighbors outside talkin' 'bout they smell dope

Feelin like Draymond, do I sell, no (no)

Right hand the draco, left hand the four (grrt)

Niggas still mad from last year, I sold 'em soap (uh)

[Takeoff:]

I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)

I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)

I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)

I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)

The block is hot, I keep the Glock (aye)

The block is hot, I keep the Glock (aye)

I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)

I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)

Show'll Is lyrics - Migos

Show'll, show'll, show'll

[Takeoff (Quavo):]

Gotta have the paint double sealed (show'll)

Mansion on the hills that how we live (show'll)

Yeah we had it way before these rap deals (show'll)

I'm just keepin' it real ain't I (show'll)

And we said we gon' take off a year ago (sho' did)

Out the hundred green dab for my Migos (show'll)

All of you bullshit niggas they try to steal the flow (show'll)

Always lookin' for the dope but they don't know what's under the floor (sho' did)

[Quavo:]

I got migos in the field

Kick in doors yeah we sho' did

This the life that a young nigga live

Offset told me to keep it real in the cell

It's all about the benjis

Do I need to mention?

I stood over the bowl

Spent the night in the kitchen, I sure did

What nigga you know walkin' the hood with 50 keys?

I feel like a kid or Mahatma Gandhi what it is?

I'm tired of my people shedding tears

I told 'em that we gonna make it that's the show'll

Independent life what is what we make it, nigga no deal

[Takeoff (Quavo):]

Gotta have the paint double sealed (show'll)

Mansion on the hills that how we live (show'll)

Yeah we had it way before these rap deals (show'll)

I'm just keepin' it real ain't I (show'll)

And we said we gon' take off a year ago (sho' did)

Out the hundred green dab for my Migos (show'll)

All of you bullshit niggas they try to steal the flow (show'll)

Always lookin' for the dope but they don't know what's under the floor (sho'did)

[Offset:]

Show'll Is I'm the wizard with show'll Is

Percocet sacks and I got the white grits

It's a robbery, I kidnapped your bitch

Breaking in houses, that was a big risk

Watchin' out for my kids so I didn't give an shit

Offset the boss you little niggas a prick

Family first, I'm the genie, they wish

I got the sack, ol' Saint Nick

Came from the burglary

Now that Audi doin' surgery

Money jumpin' straight up in the air vertically

Feelin' like Hercules, hit with the .33

Keep the piece 'fore they eat you like a reese's piece

Back to back in the county life with 0 G

All of my niggas on point we don't miss a beat

When you lookin' too long my nigga you offended me

Tennessee cause I got bricks for the 10 a key

Long story short, workin' my wrist and I'm breaking the fort

Keepin' my babies, I never abort

Juugin', finessin' the game like a sport

The block is so hot that you think it's a torch

I was 15 when jumped off the porch

I was 18 when I stole me a Porsche

Devils on my back, I prayed to the Lord

[Takeoff (Quavo):]

Gotta have the paint double sealed (show'll)

Mansion on the hills that how we live (show'll)

Yeah we had it way before these rap deals (show'll)

I'm just keepin' it real ain't I (show'll)

And we said we gon' take off a year ago (sho' did)

Out the hundred green dab for my Migos (show'll)

All of you bullshit niggas they try to steal the flow (show'll)

Always lookin' for the dope but they don't know what's under the floor (sho' did)