Migos - YRN 2 (Intro) lyrics
[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 Cant find my lighter though Migos Young rich n***as Young n***as been doing real boss sh** They know where they got this sh** from Came in the game kicking doors, f**ing hoes, and rocking gold Now our pockets swoled Been having hoes Been having n***as on go For real Ask about it [Verse 1 - Quavo:] Ima put on for my city You gon put on for these b**hes Young n***a I came from nothing And now Im at parties with Diddy See at first they didnt believe me Now this sh** coming way too easy Im with a paid a**a**in 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 Im whipping up Kylie Kardashian Same n***as see me having Used to be the same n***as 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 n***as 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 muf**ers 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 b**h, I came from the trap Take her phone, she wanna snap I dont 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 n***a gon run with that sack Ay, my n***a gon flex on that pack I jump out the window then forty yard dash Thats the sh** 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 didnt have windows That the first f**ing million dollar bando [Verse 2 - Takeoff:] Takeoff!! Some n***as came in the game dashing but Migos you know we came in with the fashion Aint talking bout the Nutella but we the most underrated rappers reppin and havin My n***as have a 30 plus a 30 in the vicinity literally (so thats a 60) I would give you names of these Migos clones but its every rapper in the industry And they wanna know why we pressing these n***as, they dont 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 n***as they tickle me Drink codeine and trap out the emba**y Mama said n***asll 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 n***as didnt 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 theyll remember me All of these n***as they trying to rap nowadays When I start spitting I ball cause its inner me Remember taking trips in the Infinity Looking for gold, electronics, or Benjamins (hot, hot) the block is sizzling Gotta stay low key cause witnesses snitching Who the f** told em north side wasnt the trenches These n***as b**hes, they want some attention n***as get put in detention It aint my fault, n***a, its 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 Im sellin em, but its just for me to sip it If you dont 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 Benjamins As a young n***a they always envied me You copy my dab, you lil n***as are mini-mes My necklace it cost me a brick a piece f** the b**h so good I make the b**h knees week Dropped the top off the Bentley, its 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 Im that same n***a that jumped in the VIP Lot of n***as p**y cause they know that Im a k**er Made a couple million, but the bricks up in the rental We was in the bando, trapping, capping, I remember I really beat the n***a, caught a p**y n***a stealing Get hit with that stick and I bet you gon feel it Pull up in Maseratis, where my ceiling I see a n***a 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 b**h in my kitchen Dont 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 Dont f** with no rappers, these f** n***as b**hes Im not being friendly, I dont want to kick it Didnt write no letter, you n***as aint visit I took a plea, I said f** it, I did it YRN 2, n***a listen up, hear it We back on our sh**, you cant f** with us period I see a million when Im 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 b**h s** my dick, on my leer Police be watching me like a premiere Put that lil b**h on some molly She ride on my dick like a trolley All of my cars are exotic Knock a n***a off, dont get indicted Grah