Scooby & Shaggy

[Hook – Quavo] I took his bitch, he mad at me It was a mystery, Scooby Doo and Shaggy I took the plug’s package He was like what happened It was a mystery, Scooby Doo and Shaggy Scooby Doo, it was a mystery Touchdown, going down in history Sorry you missed me, call Scooby Doo, it’s a mystery Finessing with accuracy, abracadabra it’s magically Finessing with accuracy, abracadabra it’s magically [Verse 1 – Quavo] Finessing the plug with accuracy, now he after me Got 100 Ps in the Sprinter, nigga no athlete And I got that chicken, no Mrs. Winners Meet the plug at the KFC and I finesse his ass after dinner Call me Quavo the Godzilla Red Bentley, Forgiatos on it, call it thriller Diamonds thrill her in Manila Fuck her from the back, I’m facing a pillar You pull up with choppers but are you a killer? Mirror mirror, got a riddle for you fuck niggas What if you get in a pickle? If you catch a body would you tell on your peer? If you hold it down, keep it 100, you real Samurai sword cut the brick, Kill Bill I trap out the mansion on Beverly Hill RIP to Uncle Phil, fresh prince, call me Quavo Will I know that this money a blessing I’m thanking the lord when I kneel We the only niggas in the city having seals Naw, for real! [Hook] [Verse 2 – Offset] Feeling like Marshawn Lynch in the interview, I’m thankful Walk in the room with these trophies on my neck like you in a banquet You acting like you really tough but you soft in the heart, you a diamond Young nigga hopped off the porch, I was anxious Just a young nigga old niggas embraced Juug and finesse a nigga on my faith Keep a little grip on my pistol, say my grace We in the jungle, my niggas go ape Whipping the dummy, this what I create I fuck your bitch while you take her on dates Nobody know I smash her on my lake Talking fast to the plug, juuged him for 8 Stacking bricks, LA Clippers, call me Blake Thanking the lord for my situation Used to have bricks on the intersection Sipping Act, daily medication Who really real in investigations You gonna tell because what you facing He got out of jail and they couldn’t trace it It’s a mystery, can’t even solve the case Don’t be that nigga put on a plate [Hook] [Verse 3 – Takeoff] Finesse him with accuracy Running with the work, police tryna tackle me Short days, long nights, trapping at the Quality Control factory Abracadabra, work disappear magically I’m in the kitchen whipping, it’s a tragedy Whipping the masterpiece, then I go smoke on my balcony My niggas and family count on me Trapping that snow white in that van, they calling me ice cream man I see trash bags but no trash, nigga I’m the trash bag man I see red and white blue lights, undercover lurking in the Sedan Start with a cutie, break it down Bag it up, wrap it up, that was the plan Now I’m pitching soft and curveballs Or I can pitch it to you underhand Remember trapping out of Camrys Until we won Grammys Now you niggas cannot step on my property or my grass, feel like I’m Stanly I took his bitch, he mad at me Fuck em fuck em, pull up on him in the alley [Hook]