Yeah

Migos

Bars, bars, bars, 16 bars

16, (laughs) 16

I don't know



You take the deuce of that yellow then drink it

I be like, "Damn, boy!" what is you thinking?

When I hit Henn' bitch f**k it, I'm swinging

Walk in the Nawf, you know that they banging

(You know I got to pull up on the Nawfside one time)

Dope boy mentality, dope boy mentality

Walk in the kitchen, I make a fatality (finish him)

I feel like Takeoff, yeah we moving to Canada

Cause I still feel like people be after us (12!)

I got the chopper don't challenge us

White girl, she geeked off of angel dust

Boy you sugar and spice, like a Powerpuff

Shoot a nigga like a catapult

You tell me you broke; I don't give a f**k

I f**k her one time and I'm sick of her

Perform at the Fox, no Vivica

Get that pack out the box on the Reebok

When you get the dope and it's recooked

You talking about something that he took

The first time you shot, it was off a little bit

Then you came back and got rebooked

Twenty-four karat, all gold on my neck, you think I got it from Egypt

If dabbing go for a contagious disease, you think that shit was the measles

Everything foreign, everything foreign, came a long way from that regal

I got the birds, like an eagle

Traded away, that's a Michael Vick eagle

You just worry about yours

I'ma just worry about mine

Shout out to my nigga, Jerz

We used to trap nicks and dimes

I don't drink, but I still buy pints

Hundred thousand cash make your hoe faint

Drugs and money is something we talk about all the time, but you can relate

Don't imitate, the dab I create

I'm in YRN clothing or in Bathing Ape

Niggas be saving up for a lifetime just to

Get a new rollie and go out and skate

Billionaire looking my way I'm on pace

Feeling like Donald Trump back in the day

Don't beef with no rapper it's a money race

It won't be an issue if you come in first place

Give it to him in the worst way

Finesse the plug with a fade away

I bought my diamonds from a Blu-Ray

I bought Versace shades from Ray

Put a 'tato on the K

It gon' be loud anyway

The Migos life, you think, a maze

But really, my nigga, we straight

(We straight!)



Takeoff!

Nigga we straight, no one down to debate

At the round table stacking a stack on my plate

I stack and pray and I stay out the way

It's a good day today, I'ma pour me an eight

Grab the act out the refrigerate

Call up the plug, see what we gonna do today

Hundred-round on me, don't speak or say "Hey"

Nigga look in my way, you get shot in the face

Dab when I jump out the Wraith

When you talk on the telephone, watch what you say

They gave them one hundred and they closed the case

Got off the [?], I threw half a mill in my safe

Transactions on trap phone, so it ain't no trace

Don't come out the house, you can't make it back safe

Walk in with a knot; you know I'm cashing out

Used to tell them folks "Put your shit on layaway,"

When it's the summer, the spring, or the fall, or the winter, my niggas they having pistols

You pushing that rental, my niggas pull up on you with them

Don't say nothing, Domingo gone get 'em

After you get 'em, Domingo gon' split 'em

Can't let these niggas f**k up my momentum

These bitches is snake, trying to feed me that venom

I trap out the bando; the boards come on the windows

I remember, I can't afford a fender bender

Now I'm f**king bitches and I'm Malcolm in the Middle

I see you toting that pistol, but you ain't gonna shoot it with 'em

What the f**k is you doing, nigga, you might as well kill him

Niggas rapping and stealing the flow, but nigga I invented it

You bitch want some boot, and I ain't talking about Timberland

These bitches gold diggers, ain't gon' give 'em non'

Gold on my pinky, so you know she digging that

Plug in Arkansas; I call him a Razorback

f**k what you talking about, I ain't hearing none of that

All them niggas stick 'em up for a 60-pack

Chopper on 'em make a nigga do jumping jacks



I'm slanging tree, like I'm the lumberjack

Front me a brick, I'm running, I'm not coming back

My gas is the greatest, Mohammed Ali

Roll the backwood, it hit like a punching bag

Got the beam on the chopper, play laser tag

Cooking up M&M, wait for the aftermath

My car is robotic, my wrist is robotic

Hit the Glock and I cock it, you take a nap

I'm a Nawfside lil' nigga, don't f**k with no nigga

On your cheese, they put you in a mousetrap

I can't remember the last time we had a drought

Plug up in New York, them birds flying south

We f**k these bitches and then swap 'em out

Chopper break all your bones diagnose you with gout

Julio Jones, we running paper routes

John Wick in the cut deducing his crouch

Don't be a fool, you get wet like a pool

Got a hot ass Uzi, cooling, keep that shit cool

In the court room represented by Jews

Hundred thousand, two hundred, working moves

When you got a pistol you go to advantage 'em

Ready for war, 'case a nigga get manage

Niggas see Offset; they start to go panic

They know I'm no bullshit; I'm ready to damage

I'm screaming out, "f**k it," my cup is still muddy

Don't kick it with niggas; don't play "buddy buddy"

Pussy ass nigga, you soft, Teletubby

Pulling up on you lil' babies, like Huggies

Spanish bitch in the kitchen, mamacita

No panties on, she just got on a wife-beater

They say that the Migos better than the Beatles

We leaders, we pour an eight up in a liter

I came from the dirt; they call me the Grim Reaper

It's cheaper to leave her; I leave her to beaver

Dabbing on them Louboutins, like a zebra

Want to know anything about the bando, I'll teach you (Whatchu need?)