3 way (intro)

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 niggas out here sour

80k perform for an hour

should of played for the dolphins

should of played for the saints

nigga 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 bitches out in florida

having bitches out in georgia

new bitch 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 niggas having sticks

mama didn't raise a bitch

now your bitch always call my phone for motherfucking snow

today i just met the plug put him in the figure four

old quavo might just pull up and just kick a door nigga

free my nigga westside got 5 to the dope nigga

free my nigga 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 nigga hitting them licks

no label 3

independent signed for bricks

jumped off the porch

picked up the fork

stay with the torch

we did this shit from the nawf

niggas be

i'm with the shit i don't give a fuck

slaughter your daughter get passed to my partner we fuck her then call up an uber truck

fuck it up

fuck it up

getting that pot do an uppercut

get in that pussy like cootie cutters

get you some money then live it up

pull out that stick he start hiccing up

you see the ski start bitching up

stand on the stage and pipe it up

fucking your hoe while you wife her up

i got the birds like mighty duck

swerve on the curb in the bentley truck

fuck what you talking we pulling up

your face on the ground nigga pick it up

no label

no label

no label

i'm getting my own paper

i get your bitch 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 bitch that look like drea

catching bricks off in the mail

nudie jeans

ice creams from pharrell

i'm a player

came in the game

knock at the door

nobody answered had to do a kick door

my niggas they on the same shit

had to tell em' what that bando was for

i know that we not from atlanta nigga 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 niggas never fold

say you a hundred but you told

it's hot outside it ain't cold

nigga seen the draco and froze

nigga acting bold i'm a fuck around and wipe the pussy nigga nose

strip a nigga 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