3 Way (Intro) - Migos
[Quavo:]
3 way
3 way
3 way
Migo
3 way
Quavo!
I'm attached to the stacks
Still having big straps
Phone tap running laps cross the map hot trap
50, 000 on craps
Plug got that baby powder
These n_ggas out here sour
80k perform for an hour
Should of played for the Dolphins
Should of played for the Saints
N_gga saying it's a drought
Takeoff still having pints
Still playing with that oil
Still playing with that dope
Might catch me on the nawf
Still chopping it up with Bo
I got b_tches out in Florida
Having b_tches out in Georgia
New b_tch hit my phone said she wanna give me dome
Cutting dope by Georgia dome
High school no diploma
Remember days on the nawf
Now I'm quarterback a coach
Better watch your approach when you pull up on the Chos
Yeah my n_ggas having sticks
Mama didn't raise a b_tch
Now your b_tch always call my phone for motherf_cking snow
Today I just met the plug put him in the figure four
Old Quavo might just pull up and just kick a door n_gga
Free my n_gga Westside got 5 to the dope n_gga
Free my n_gga Kobe got 15 to the net
Now I got some hired shooters with the [?]
I don't mean no disrespect but I came for the checks
They free'd the savage Set
Concerts in Quebec
Put her on the grits
Young n_gga hitting them licks
No Label 3
Independent signed for bricks
[Offset:]
(Huh-huh) Jumped off the porch
(Huh-huh) Picked up the fork
(Huh-huh) Stay with the torch
(Huh) We did this sh_t from the nawf
(Huh) N_ggas be [?]
I'm with the sh_t I don't give a f_ck
Slaughter your daughter get passed to my partner we f_ck her then call up an Uber truck
F_ck it up (f_ck it up)
F_ck it up (f_ck it up)
Getting that pot do an uppercut
Get in that p_ssy like cootie cutters
Get you some money then live it up
Pull out that stick he start hiccing up
You see the ski start b_tching up
Stand on the stage and pipe it up
F_cking your hoe while you wife her up
I got the birds like Mighty Duck
Swerve on the curb in the Bentley truck
F_ck what you talking we pulling up
Your face on the ground n_gga pick it up
No Label (huh-huh)
No Label (huh-huh)
No Label (nah)
I'm getting my own paper
I get your b_tch and slay her
I'm the president I'm not the mayor
Diamonds got my body cold I got em' bout four layers
I need a b_tch that look like Drea
Catching bricks off in the mail
Nudie jeans
Ice creams from Pharrell
I'm a player
[Takeoff:]
Came in the game
Knock at the door
Nobody answered had to do a kick door
My n_ggas they on the same sh_t
Had to tell em' what that bando was for
I know that we not from Atlanta n_gga what you think them two fingers and thumb for
And they been hating on me since I was a lil' boy tell me something I don't know
It's been a long road
I put in work but no cheat code
Pen on paper like kinko
Never look back and won't sell my soul
Real n_ggas never fold
Say you a hundred but you told
It's hot outside it ain't cold
N_gga seen the draco and froze
N_gga acting bold I'm a f_ck around and wipe the p_ssy n_gga nose
Strip a n_gga out his clothes
Don't like it then pay what you owe
Bigger back end at the shows
Spanish for Telemundo
I got the Act in the bag right now
But I won't send you a four
Dope dressed up in saran it look like the pope
And get smoked from the gas bags it'll make you choke
If you pour up, smoke or snort coke
That what float your boat
This No Label [?]
Come from the goats
(Takeoff!)
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