Bars

[Intro: Quavo] Yeah Migos Bars, bars, bars, 16 bars 16, (laughs) 16 I don’t know [Verse 1: Quavo] You take the deuce of that yellow then drink it I be like, “Damn, boy!” what is you thinking? When I hit Henn' bitch fuck 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 fuck I fuck 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!) [Verse 2: Takeoff] 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 fuck 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 fucking 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 fuck 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 Fuck 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 [Verse 3: Offset] 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 fuck 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 fuck 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, “Fuck 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?)