Quavo - Go Away (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Woop] OK, they f** with you Woop Cause I live real life in this sh** And yes I hit sacks for the cheese Just like some mices and sh** All of my n***as too loyal Remember the Titans and sh** And we don't put on for these n***as You will be just a stripe in this b**h All of my n***as bout checks Just like some stipends and sh** And I go off the top Ain't no need to writin' this sh** They say my b**hes be dyking Low key I be likin' that sh** (I love it) Cause I'm just gone dick down this b**h And then you gone wife the lil b**h When I'm fresh off of a sack I put some ice on my wrist And all of my n***as hot boys So don't bring no ice in this b**h I ain't nothing like you You quit that fightin and sh** I'll come looking for you With hunters and rifles and Ssh** With ashes on bibles and sh** With mags with the silence and sh** Yeah you be talking that talk But you ain't bout that violence and sh**, no All of my n***as real n***as So I fall back with my clique Cause every Glock here gotta dick Cause every Glock here gotta dick [Verse 2: Takeoff] n***as they f** with young Takeoff I'm in the kitchen cooking, let's have a bakeoff Trappin narcotics illegally The block is hot, so I'm checking my radar Momma told me that the haters started Ever since a n***a was in kindergarten I dreamed to get a Porsche and valet park it I know I'm a lick, talking walking target Let a n***a think he see me slipping I'ma hit the n***a when he least expect it Heavenly father he watch over me with them angels So I know I'm well protected Sneaking and geeking, I'm geeking for weekends Wake up in the morning and say my blessings And I don't drink Actavis just to be cool Doctor prescription sipping, that's my medicine Smoking on cookies from the bag, no pelican Ain't talking bout money n***a you irrelevant They gone talk regardless I don't give a f** They love when you down but hate when you up [Hook: Woop] You a hustler, lil n***a? Or a customer, lil n***a? You gonna f** with us lil n***a? Get your muscle up lil n***a We be roughing Up lil n***as We be touching up lil n***as We don't f** with them lil n***as Cause they be hating like f** n***as Make all my haters go away (x4) But it feel better when they hate [Verse 3: Quavo] Feel better when they hate Make'em eat the cake like Anna Mae On the block gotta make some change Or in the kitchen whipping earth quake One zip of kush call it light weight Got a pound of that gas it's a heavy weight State to state drop the pack off Don't give a f** what a hater n***a got to say I just might blast ya My guns do magic like abracadabra Quavo the huncho, the king whatever you call me better say master Shout to my n***a Woop He tellin' you 'bout these f** n***as they fools Down in Miami they shot up the Sprinter For nothin' we bulletproof I got a question "what you pressing for" p**y n***a get ya issue ho Pull up with the 100 rounds throwing Everybody screaming geronimo! [Hook: Woop] Verse 4: Offset] Offset! You thought that a n***a wouldn't make it I know that you really want to switch places Grandma say talk to the lord and use prayer Walked on my patio seen all them acres Im a hustler n***a my n***a from the North Don't f** with you n***as Hit em with the choppa and then uppercut a n***a he talkin like he know me I don't even know the n***a Haters everywhere you go you rockin' diamonds and the gold Dis one for my n***as with eggbeaters and the dope bowls Gas so loud get deaf like Sosa Offset come through dabbin' do the most You n***as really never seen the bricks on the boat Sippin' Actavis up out a Jones cream soda Just bought the Lamborghini the trunk got the motor Talkin' bout you bout it but you not even a soldier n***as be acting like b**hes Don't got the ambition to go and get Benjis Walk around the whole city your pockets on empty you don't got a dollar you gotta be kidding me!