Quality Control Music - Intro lyrics

[Intro: Offset] Monsta’s gon’ tear it up Feel me Nawfside sh** n***a, you know what I mean Y’all thought this sh** was over or somethin’, you know what I mean, this sh** ain’t over n***a [Verse 1: Offset] Chanel and Dolce Gabbana I bought that sh** for my mama I stood right in front of your honor, huh When I got home, ran up commas Ooh, Cartiers on look like Arthur, uh b**h I’m your daddy, your father Who that be talkin’ ’bout drama b**h on my mama we gonna solve ’em I’m with Mango Foo hangin’ out of the roof Chasin’ the loot, never caught in the loop Sick with the flute, cook a brick in the booth In the Mulsanne and my seat the ma**euse Throw the b**h off of the back, it’s an oop She wanna f** the whole group But I can’t cuff her, no shackles on you We f** and that’s all that we do Bon appétit, let’s eat Ate a plate full of molly, she geeked Hachoo, she sneezed b**h on her knees off the skis When I f** do not call me back, please Diamonds all white like the priest Maison Margiela on sleeves I’m dressin’ like I’m Japanese The doors was closed, I kicked it open I had the fire, it was co*ked and loaded [Verse 2: Quavo] Stand in the kitchen with my eyes wide open Need a gas mask, it’s too potent Your ho like to f**, her p**y smoking The street that you walking on, we control it Quality Control this sh** (control it) Quality Control your b**h (control her) You might wanna hold your diss (huh?) ‘Cause n***a we folding sh** Walk in the spot, so many straps n***a whose pole is this? Now the hot records I’m on it Young n***a, you owe me this YRN, throwin’ up QC We got trap stars and we on TV (TV) f** on the system, n***a free Meek (free Meek) Carats jumping off the chain, 3D (3D) Whippin’ up bricks in the teepee (teepee) And then the braves serve J’s on your street [Verse 3: Lil Yachty] Superstar shawty, my newest b**h super woke Pull out that ho, give her super throat Bank account look like a goddamn Uber code Keep it lowkey but I’m hittin’ you n***as’ hoes Free my bro Nino from prison, yeah He hide the crack in the ceiling, yeah Quay bought a whip so I gotta go get one too We coppin’ whips like it’s none’ to do Pour a four in a Sprite, not no Mountain Dew We hit these hoes then we switch-a-roo I done hit everything in the city Quay done hit everything in the city Take done hit everything in the city Old f** n***as hate me, huh (f** ’em) I got the kids on lock, huh She eatin’ kids on spot, huh I parked the Yacht at the dock Got a new Glock, same color parking lot (hoo)