Copy Me

[Produced by Murda Beats] [Intro: Takeoff] I 'on know.. I just ain't got none right now man What? Thank you God I 'on know what to say.. Uh! (Murdaaaa) But I do wanna address you lame ass fuck niggas (fuck nigga!) That's what I do wanna do Stealin' my flow, huh, ain't even got no hook man! You niggas you know, no hook, you niggas you know that you stealin' my flow Y'all know a fuck nigga don't rap like that man TAKEOFF! [Verse 1: Takeoff] You rappers you wanna be thirty three still tryna copy me (Old ass rappers!) Young rich nigga only 19 and you'd better acknowledge me (I'm only 19!) Fuck nigga you spitting and rapping like this without Migos consent want apology The labels keep talking, the critics keep writing and All because we gettin' currency I think it’s time for extortion Or killing you babies, abortion (Kidnap you niggas my Migos will torture you) I told you I'd rather be rich than famous Fuck nigga dissin' my label These fuck niggas done stole so much goddamn swag, might as well sell it The critics done said it, I might as well tell it On Actavis with my shirt off screaming fuck the world like Makaveli QC the label! Solid Foundation! Young nigga on the block with the work to the sun come up Trapping like a fundraiser Fuck nigga you know I'm a Migo If I dont have Emmit, get poked with a razor [Hook] Which one of my cars should I drive today? (They all foreign) I don't know Which one of my hoes should I fuck today? (They all bad) I don't know Which one of my chains should I put on? Put 'em all on You niggas you know, you niggas you know that you stealin' my flow Whatever you with, we with it x3 Whatever you with, whatever you with, my nigga we pressing, my nigga we pressing the button My niggas ain't stressed they got money, whatever you with, whatever you with, you know that my niggas we with it [Verse 2: Quavo] They copy the name, they copy the gang, they copy the slang (they copy my name) Versace, Versace we brought that shit back and you niggas is lame We hearin' the way that these rappers is rappin' that shit not creative What's the difference? We some young niggas that signed to no label My squad is so deep in the club, your fans and your people don't notice you All of my niggas got diamonds, they flashin' they look like a photoshoot I pull up in valet, the Audi got soft top but my top is bulletproof And now they want jugg and finessin' Now they want 'sace the necklace At first we didn't expect it and now we expect it At first the flow they neglect it and now they respect it I'm thanking God for the blessing, (to not have a rat in my session) I know that this game is dirty Smith & Wesson [Hook] [Verse 3: Offset] You must got the rabies, you bitin' You copy my swag and I like it Young nigga I'm for sale Give em' hell! Put a nigga on a mission, young nigga won't fail Ya'll pussy ass rappers, these niggas they wise Never trap, never cap, never been in a trial You with it, I'm with it, them hollows start spitting These niggas they shaking like Diddy Gotta pay to trap on my block, extortion 80 percent of your guap No lie, Versace, it got me a fortune Enormous money ain't never gone stop Woke up this morning and I played the radio Nigga's remedial, sounding like Radio Them niggas not talking just pullin yall cards Dunk a nigga, Vince Carter Bullets have a nigga dancing like Carlton [Hook]