[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Uhh, alright
I did it, hahah, yeah

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Used to treat my mattress like the ATM, yeah
Bond number 9 that’s my favorite scent, yeah
Can’t forget the kush, I’m talking OG, yeah
Rest in peace to pop, he was an OG, oh yeah
285 I had that pack on me, uh
I cannot forget I had that strap on me, yeah
Rest in peace to my nigga Doe (TRU)
All we ever want to do is ball
That was the easy part, we playing that Weezy hard
We sit in the kitchen late, we tryna to make an escape
Trying to make me a mil, so I’mma keep me a plate
I told ’em shawty can leave, so I’mma keep me a rake
So I’mma keep me a Wraith, my jewelry look like a lake
Today I’m in the Maybach
And that car came with some drapes
You know I look like a safe, I put you back in your place
I look you right in your face, sing to your bitch like I’m Drake
Yeah

[Hook: Quavo]
Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks (lean!)
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give her thizz face
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out, Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies, no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like André
Need a girl call her, come through

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci!
Your trunk in the front
Well check this out my top in the trunk
You play with my money
Then check this out your pop in the trunk
Three mil in a month
But I just did three years on a bunk
Oh, you in a slump
I’m headed to Oakland like Kevin Da Runt
What is your point?
Square with the stamp, fuck Kevin Durant
Lay on on my trap
Play with my cap and I’ll knock off your hat
I’m taking the cheese and killing the rats
Gucci Mane, call me the cat with the racks
I’m swervin’, but I’m in back of the ‘Bach
I’m Persian, man I got hoes from Iraq
I’m servin’ I pay a bird for that
He nervous, I ain’t got no word for that
He hurt and want all of his purses back
He mixing the syrup with the Percocets
She perfect and she got perky breasts
I just want some of that turkey neck
Trapper of the year, I’m from Bouldercrest
You snitch of the year cause you told the best

[Hook: Quavo]
Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give her thizz face
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies, no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like Andre
And your girl, call her cum face

[Outro: 2 Chainz]
Aye, Mike Dean
This shit hard as fuck, bruh
You a living legend, I appreciate that
Aye, Guwop, I’m glad you home, cuz
Quavo, you already know man
You got next on these niggas double salute man
True shit, 2 Chainz!
Hair Weave Killer
Daniel Son, the Necklace Don
Chapo Jr

Lyrics Migos – I can

I can, I can, I can
I will, I am gon count out them bands
I bought a brand new time piece
And it came with a bad b*tch pants
I bought a pyrex pot put it next to my wrist
And I look at it dance
Dasher, Rudolph, and Prancer
Percocet, molly, and xans (percy).

Tiptoeing on the gazebo
Pulling up ballin like zebo
I am conneted to kilos
Fifty gang members got Rico
Young nigga trapped by the peep-hole
Next to gang got your seat stole
You tried to pull up with that little bowl
My niggas pull up with that truckload
Backwards stouts, eggrolls
Ain’t having clout doing free shows
Everybody know she the cheap hoe
I’m on my bad tortitos
When I pull up it’s the Migos
Bleed til your girl keep her knees close
We shooting shots like freethrows
Money coming three ways like Cee Lo (three).

I can, I can, I can
I will, I am
Gon’ count out them bands
I bought a brand new time piece
And it came with a bad b*tch pants
I bought a pyrex pot put it next to my wrist and I look at it dance
Dasher, Rudolph, and Prancer
Percocet, molly, and xans (percy).

Codeine on top of my stand
Right there by the extra handgun
They told me I couldn’t, when I can
Drug transactions off a Samsung (brrt)
I beat the pot using both arms (beat it up)
I keep that drink when that drought come
Takeoff from Cuba, it’s a mile run (12)
Act in my pimp cup feel like Don Juan
Never forget where you came from (no!)
Preach to these niggas like Farrakhan (preach)
I teach you lil niggas like Daniel Son
Then blow up the spot like Saddam (Hussein)
I’m at the top of the renaissance
I f*ck her face til it’s numb (ayyy)
Hundred round drum
I’m in the slums, grippin’ some, no Grey Poupon
Uhhhh.

I can, I can, I can, I will, I am
Gon’ count out them bands
I bought a brand new time piece
And it came with a bad b*tch pants (woo)
I bought a pyrex pot put it next to my wrist
And I look at it dance (skrt)
Dasher, Rudolph, and Prancer
Percocet, molly, and xans (percy).

Call up Migos, work the work like the Mexicans
Similar to the OG, I’m a veteran
Breakdown the backwood fill up with cannabis
I’m on the molly, percocet, and xanax
Shoot with the chopper, might hit your granddad
We the wave, you tryna’ ride the bandwagon
We young rich and we been havin’
Long hair don’t care like I’m Lenny Kravitz
Real niggas only you pussy faggots
Bought a new chain, call it 20 Savage
Bricks now, used to serve crack addicts
Been with Mariah, no Nick Cannon
My young nigga wild’n out with the cannon
Still flex on my ex b*tch she can’t stand it
20 bags from LA, they just landed
Graduated from trap school, did outstanding
Walk in the strip club like the marching band
Four rings on me
Nigga I might not shake your hand (young rich nigga)
Mexicans strapped like a Taliban
I can hear the snake on my neck rattling
All this water like a nigga was paddling
Hi-tech and Actavis mix up the medicine
Perc and the lean I bet you feel better then
Eatin’ at Cheetahs, I guess I’m a gentleman
I want the plug I don’t talk to the middleman
Geeked the whole trap up, I need me some Ritalin
Nigga my best friend name is Benjamin
Three b*tches, salt pepper and the cinnamon
Still f*ck the law we be bendin’ them
No more catchin’ bags now, we sendin’ them
Old school dirty bird, Brian Finneran
Used to want a bag now I got ten of them.

I can, I can, I can
I will, I am
Gon’ count out them bands
I bought a brand new time piece
And it came with a bad b*tch pants
I bought a pyrex pot put it next to my wrist
And I look at it dance
Dasher, Rudolph, and Prancer
Percocet, molly, and xans (percyyy).
Migos lyrics
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