Migos - Bars lyrics

[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' b**h f** 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 n***a like a catapult You tell me you broke; I dont give a f** I f** 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 sh** 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 n***a, 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 n***as 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 n***a, we straight (We straight!) [Verse 2 - Takeoff:] Takeoff! n***a 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 n***a 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 sh** on layaway, When its the summer, the spring, or the fall, or the winter, my n***as they having pistols You pushing that rental, my n***as 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 n***as f** up my momentum These b**hes 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 f**ing b**hes and Im Malcolm in the Middle I see you toting that pistol, but you aint gonna shoot it with em What the f** is you doing, n***a, you might as well k** him n***as rapping and stealing the flow, but n***a I invented it You b**h want some boot, and I aint talking about Timberland These b**hes 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 f** what you talking about, I aint hearing none of that All them n***as stick em up for a 60-pack Chopper on em make a n***a 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 co*k it, you take a nap Im a Nawfside lil n***a, dont f** with no n***a 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 f** these b**hes 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 a** Uzi, cooling, keep that sh** 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 n***a get manage n***as see Offset; they start to go panic They know Im no bullsh**; Im ready to damage Im screaming out, f** it, my cup is still muddy Dont kick it with n***as; dont play buddy buddy p**y a** n***a, you soft, Teletubby Pulling up on you lil babies, like Huggies Spanish b**h 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?)