Kidding Me

[Intro: Takeoff & Quavo] Fuck! Must be kidding me Slam my nigga Nah, nigga don't play with me Don't fucking play with me Migo! [Hook: Quavo] They say he ran off with the pack, goddamn (must be kidding me) They say the plug going out like Nino Brown (must be kidding me) They say the nigga that robbed you in the trap right now (must be kidding me) I bet I'd pull up and start dumping at the whole crowd, nigga better stop playing with me! (Grah, Grah) You know that they taking your style? (Must be kidding me) It's all on the radio, like right now! (must be kidding me) Who the hell said we a one hit wonder? (must be kidding me) Migo pockets sloppy like lasagna, nigga stop playing with me [Verse 1: Takeoff] Who the fuck said QC we ain't on top? Gotta be kidding me Who the fuck said YRN2 gon' flop? Must be kidding me The niggas that didn't believe in me The people that didn't believe in me Versace, Versace it topped the charts Now I'm on BET and MTV Remember back then watching Oprah? Now I'm on the sofa with Oprah Louboutins all on her sofa No strings attached cause these loafers OG gas pack got the odor Green like Shrek that's an ogre Taking my swag and exposure Pull up to your house and foreclose ya' [Hook] [Verse 2: Quavo] Thought I fucking told you fuck nigga better stop playing with me Hop out with the dirty stick, the drum, holds infinity My bitch ridin' down with 50 chicks in an SRT I ain't make it out of high school, it ain't no shame in me I'm richer than my teachers, damn I know I bet they mad at me With yo' red light on, in the bando get it like Krispy Kremes Hit the pot with the left hook, Quavo-Kareem You ain't never seen a mountain of snow on that triple beam [Hook] [Verse 3: Offset] All of you niggas you mimic me, you kidding me? Literally Controlling the block with good quality Hurricane in the kitchen, a catastrophe I'm number one you other niggas after me Wrapping my bitch up in diamonds from Tiffany's Everyday a holiday, epiphany All you pussy niggas talking and bickering It don't even make no goddamn sense You cuffing the same bitch I fucked in my Bentley Whoosh, pack gone missing Soon as it's touchin my hand it's disappearing instantly Diamonds on me looking like it's a photo Guiseppe Zanotti walking on komodo Feelin' like Austin they stealing my mojo Trapping and capping we selling that yayo [Hook]