Migos - Story I Tell lyrics

[Hook – Quavo] Dope on the scale, man you never seen it Hundred band juug, no you never hit it You never been on the road to riches This the story I tell so you pay attention Cold turkey, yeah we had to eat it So I take that pot and f**ing beat it You never been on the road to riches Take your pen and your pad cause you gonna need it Trap money, me and my dogs spend it Your b**h, me and my dogs hit it Drop the head on the Bentley then fall in it When we dropped Versace, then y’all did it They hate that we came from the Northside Then lived in the city, got mob ties They hate that we came in with plenty juice Young n***a [?] first day of school [Verse 1 – Quavo] Remember the days with the pocket rockets Turned the bando to a f**ing hot pocket It’s a million dollars in the corner pocket I just share the rock like I’m John Stockton African diamonds, Olajuwon, Houston Rockets My n***as [?], then go up out it Ain’t no need to talk about it Megaton trucks, it don’t weigh enough Had to take out the plug, he was switching up You mad cause your label do finger f**s QC the label got mega bucks Gas off in the back of the spinner bus Say that you trapping, really you got [?] This is the life of the Hefty bags You know that them ounces don’t weigh enough [Hook] [Verse 2 – Takeoff] I came a long way from dropping [?] Finessing the plug for his riches Wake up in the morning, I go grab the spatula Walk in the kitchen and whip me a chicken Her wrist is a Masi, my neck is a Bentley Blue Benjamins that can pay your tuition Lupe said that Activis been discontinued Double cup, a n***a still be sipping Got a plug out in Mississippi Wrap it up, ship it to Finley I trap out the bando, don’t trap out the trap house And whatever you with, we with it Came a long way from that midget Money taller than a midget I keep the mac like a [?] Mama we made us a milli, we did it f** the negativity, f** the critics [Hook] [Verse 3 – Offset] They hate that that money start coming And I be too fresh, I call it double mints I was on the block, you was on punishment Giuseppe stepping, and my diamonds they compliments QC my label, and that’s my establishment Supercharge my Bentley, I call it Clark Kent Me and my n***as spread the bu*ter, margarine Foreign [?], got Raris, I cut off the engines Now park it You can catch a bullet in your carca** 100 band juug, and you wasn’t a part I took the plug off and we had a departure You telling a story bout me, I’m the author These b**hes be choosing, they digging my posture Whipping babies, I’m not talking bout toddlers [?] on these baby ballers Little babies get [?], they call me stepfather [Hook]