YRN 2 (Intro)

[Intro: Quavo &Takeoff] Huh, turn the headphones up I mean just a- yeah, yeah, you good Let me turn these lights off Let me fire up this cookie real quick You know how we get it Can’t find my lighter though Migos Young rich niggas Young niggas been doing real boss shit They know where they got this shit from Came in the game kicking doors, fucking hoes, and rocking gold Now our pockets swoled Been having hoes Been having niggas on go For real Ask about it [Verse 1: Quavo] I’ma put on for my city You gon’ put on for these bitches Young nigga I came from nothing And now I’m at parties with Diddy See at first they didn’t believe me Now this shit coming way too easy I’m with a paid assassin Run to the money, we dashing We the ones came up with dabbing We put ‘em on trap fashion I made a play out in Athens I’m whipping up Kylie Kardashian Same niggas see me having Used to be the same niggas laughing Now my palm itching Now my palms itching Came from bomb pitching My mama be the witness Free my convicts That took a long sentence All my niggas came from the north, they born menace Ay, ay, no Kanye I walk in the trap, play with yay Bao, bao, ra-ra-rao watch what you mu’fuckers say Call up the lean, pour an eight Then pour an eight, tray tray Then I fill a Backwood, the cookies it came from the Bay Bitch, I came from the trap Take her phone, she wanna snap I don’t get no sleep, I just take naps I look out the peep, 12 at the trap I look out my peep, 12 at the trap Ay, my nigga gon’ run with that sack Ay, my nigga gon’ flex on that pack I jump out the window then forty yard dash That’s the shit I used to do in the past Now we through playing, we playing with cash Chopping my top, get your top out the ash Wrestle with work like my name Kevin Nash Let me take it back just for two minutes Fourteens and the nines, had tools in it And you notice that it didn’t have windows That the first fucking million dollar bando [Verse 2: Takeoff] Takeoff!! Some niggas came in the game dashing but Migos you know we came in with the fashion Ain’t talking ‘bout the Nutella but we the most underrated rappers reppin’ and havin’ My niggas have a 30 plus a 30 in the vicinity literally (so that’s a 60) I would give you names of these Migos clones but it’s every rapper in the industry And they wanna know why we pressing these niggas, they don’t let us in they facility Cause if you ask me I feel like I should get a percentage the way they be stealing me Elmo, these niggas they tickle me Drink codeine and trap out the embassy Mama said niggas’ll envy me Behind the lot shootin’ at my enemies Quavo got Kylie, well I got that Kimberly Drinking codeine, I move slow like a centipede We brought that flow back when niggas didn’t know Compared Migos to Bone Thugs-n-Harmony I put my blood sweat and tears in the game And I still got more years so I bet they’ll remember me All of these niggas they trying to rap nowadays When I start spitting I ball cause it’s inner me Remember taking trips in the Infinity Looking for gold, electronics, or Benjamin’s (hot, hot) the block is sizzling Gotta stay low key cause witnesses snitching Who the fuck told ‘em north side wasn’t the trenches These niggas bitches, they want some attention Niggas get put in detention It ain’t my fault, nigga, it’s your decision No presents up under your christmas tree Cause I am the Grinch, stole christmas Wonder why your children not watching Disney Cause Migos we making a history Bought twenty pints of Activis, you think I’m sellin’ em, but it’s just for me to sip it If you don’t believe me you can ask Quavo, matter fact Offset was right there with me [Verse 3: Offset] Offset!! History repeat itself, I got locked up again I came home to the Benjamin’s As a young nigga they always envied me You copy my dab, you lil niggas are mini-me’s My necklace it cost me a brick a piece Fuck the bitch so good I make the bitch’ knees week Dropped the top off the Bentley, it’s up to me I sat on a milly while I was in custody Picked up my stick, hundred rounds in my clip Double cup of Actavis, I pour a couple zips I’m that same nigga that jumped in the VIP Lot of niggas pussy ‘cause they know that I’m a killer Made a couple million, but the bricks up in the rental We was in the bando, trapping, capping, I remember I really beat the nigga, caught a pussy nigga stealing Get hit with that stick and I bet you gon’ feel it Pull up in Maseratis, where my ceiling I see a nigga plotting, where my semi I can whip me up a brick in a minute Throw on Margiela one day, then Givenchy Got the game in submission, your bitch in my kitchen Don’t care ‘bout no ho cause that money my mission Chill Will want a body, his finger been itching And my Ferrari got bricks by the engine Don’t fuck with no rappers, these fuck niggas bitches I’m not being friendly, I don’t want to kick it Didn’t write no letter, you niggas ain’t visit I took a plea, I said fuck it, I did it YRN 2, nigga listen up, hear it We back on our shit, you can’t fuck with us period I see a million when I’m in the mirror Get hit with the Glock and I scrape off the serial Hop in the Lamb, hit the gas, hit the gear I got a shooter with me, he right here I got your bitch suck my dick, on my leer Police be watching me like a premiere Put that lil bitch on some molly She ride on my dick like a trolley All of my cars are exotic Knock a nigga off, don’t get indicted Grah