You niggas be bitin' my style and I like it

But you niggas know you weren't rapping like this

Trend setter, I'm a trend setter

Knockin' them out like I'm Mayweather

Bando look like it's a homeless shelter

She poppin' that molly like Alka-Seltzer

Whippin' that dope with that terminator

Wrist is spillin' dope all on my Breitling bezel

My mansion got 80 acres

Trap underground, they calling me Undertaker

They wonder why I got the Bentley, the Fisker

I put in work and dedication

50 pairs, Giuseppe steppers

Maison Margiellas, they think I'm on Rocafella

The kids, they call me Slick Rick

I make up a script, they call me the storyteller

I got the Britney, the Whitney, the Iggy, we murdered Versace like Biggie

f**k nigga we been in that Coogi, it's time to kill em' with Givenchy

Red bottoms, scenes are forensic

Designer frames, limited edition

Pushin' one button, my roof then is missing

Then put my Louboutin til' out the kitchen

You turn on the radio you gon' hear every rapper tryna rap like the Migos

f**k nigga wanna clone?

Been rappin' like this since No Label

f**k the fame rather be rich

Been gettin' money, since No Label

You waiting for it, then here it go, intro to No Label



QC, It's funny my nigga right

Cause everybody wanna sound like us

But they don't wanna give us the respect, right?

You f**k niggas gon' learn we started this shit

We the first niggas to come out the A, on that real street shit

That real Northside shit, holdin' their muthaf**kin' county down

Not city nigga, county nigga

Tell another nigga to do it like us, nigga

QC the label, money on the table

Migo Gang, No Label!



Way back in the day nigga made No Label in a basement

Young nigga got all that talent

On the radio didn't have a placement

Linked up with the hood

OG Head Hancho, Migos

Then we took over the north

20 dollars to get your song played at Flamingos

Remember the days of hitting licks?

Every Christmas, had to be St. Nick

Payin' bills, tryna meet the rent

My mama she say that she sick of it

I had to go get to the Benjamin

Sorry Your Honor, I'm innocent

Money moves the commitment

No label, my life you witnessed it

From kickin' doors

Taking gold

What did I cash out on? I don't know

I will not tell on my soul

Cause Ion' know if the case closed

I know that you hate that Versace went gold

Now I'm walking round with a blue bankroll

Independent, never ever won't fold



See, I learnt the term from my nigga Biggie, right?

We went from ashy to classy

We went from having shit to f**king your bitch, my nigga

No Label, DJ Ray G

These my muthaf**king brothers right here, Migo Gang

What niggas you know made a million in one summer without flipping bricks?

Ask your favorite rapper

I bet he say us, nigga

QC, the label

Hah! No Label!



Locked up on every mixtape

Quavo told me nigga wait

This is the only way we can escape

I realized it when I sat down for an 8

Grandma' told me and Quavo to be patient

Grandma' was a cancer patient

Before she died, she sat us down, said stay together and we're gonna make it

For you niggas don't know

Never really sold dope

But I kicked door

Free my nigga Willy, mane gave him to the dough

He didn't tell a soul

You making me sick to my stomach

I might go and vomit

You niggas is cloning

We not together cause you my opponent

Taking our style nigga we never loaned it

Labels wanna sign, that ain't on my mind

Critics and blogs, you know they ain't lying

Thirty thousand just to look at the time

Twenty five hundred for my Louboutin

Mansion Elan was our stomping ground

Our money big, your money minimized

Taking shots cause your buzz died

Cutting the top off the Lamb' make it circumcised

The world is f**ked up but the strong survive



Haha, name your favourite club in Atlanta, my nigga

We ran that shit

We turned Mansion Elan

Into Migos Elan, nigga

We turned obsessions, in the Migos Playhouse nigga

Every strip club

Our main bitch, our side bitch, her side bitch, her side bitch worked there, nigga

We run this motherf**kin' city

We started new Atlanta

These niggas jackin' our swag, they better stand in line

And pay, bitch!