Migos
(Goose with another one)
Talk to 'em Takeoff
Takeoff, Takeoff

You niggas be bitin' my style and I like it
But you niggas know you weren't rapping like this
Trendsetter, I'm a trend setter (trendsetter)
Knockin' them out like I'm Mayweather
Bando look like it's a homeless shelter (bando)
She poppin' that molly like Alka-Seltzer (steady)
Whippin' that dope with the terminator
Wrist is spillin' dope all on my Breitling bezel (bright, bright)
My mansion got eighty acres
Trap underground, they calling me Undertaker (damn, damn)
They wonder why I got the Bentley, the Fisker
I put in work and dedication (hard work)
Fifty pairs, Giuseppe steppers
Maison Margielas, they think I'm on Rocafella (nah)
The kids, they call me Slick Rick (why?)
I make up a script, they call me the storyteller (damn)
I got the Britney, the Whitney, the Iggy
We murdered Versace like Biggie (murdered it)
Hannah Montana, fuck nigga we been in that Coogi
It's time to kill em' with Givenchy
Red bottoms, scenes are forensic
Designer frames, limited edition
Pushin' one button, my roof and then its missing (Porsche)
Dope on my Louboutins, just left the kitchen (uh)
Now turn on the radio, you gon' hear every rapper
Tryna rap like the Migos (real shit)
Fuck nigga wanna clone?
Been rappin' like this since No Label (been did that)
Fuck the fame, rather be rich
Been gettin' money, since No Label (been getting that)
You waiting for it, now here it go, the intro to No Label 2

See, it's funny, my nigga, right?
Cause everybody wanna sound like us
But they don't wanna give us the respect, right?
You fuck niggas gon' learn we started this shit
We the first niggas to come out the A, on that real street shit
That real Northside shit, holdin' their muthafuckin' county down
Not city, nigga, county, nigga
Tell another nigga to do it like us, nigga
Qc the label, money on the table
Migos Gang, No Label (Quavo)

Way back in the da,y nigga made No Label in a basement (way-way back)
Young nigga got all that talent (huh)
On the radio didn't have a placement (no, no)
Linked up with the hood (link up)
Og Head Huncho, Migos (OG Migos)
Then we took over the North (North)
Twenty dollars to get your song played at Flamingos (whew)
Remember the days of hitting licks? (Remember?)
Every Christmas, had to be St. Nick (Christmas)
Payin' bills, tryna meet the rent (bills)
My mama she say that she sick of it (mama)
I had to go get to the Benjamin (I had to)
Sorry Your Honor, I'm innocent (I'm sorry)
Money moves the commitment (money moves)
No label, my life you witnessed it (go)
From kickin' doors (go), taking gold (go)
What did I cash out on? I don't know (no, no)
I will not tell on my soul (why?)
'Cause I don't know if the case closed (shh, ooh, what?)
I know that you hate that Versace went gold (you hate it)
Now I'm walking 'round with a blue bankroll (hundo)
Independent, never ever won't fold (QC), gone

See, I learnt the term from my nigga Biggie, right?
We went from ashy to classy
We went from having shit to fucking your bitch, my nigga
No Label, DJ Ray G
These my motherfucking brothers right here, Migos Gang
What niggas you know
Made a million in one summer without flipping bricks?
Ask your favorite rapper
I bet he say us, nigga
Qc, the label (Offset)
Ha, ha, No Label

Locked up on every mixtape (locked up)
Quavo told me, "Nigga, wait" (wait)
This is the only way we can escape (only way)
I realized it when I sat down for an 8 (realized it)
Grandma' told me and Quavo to be patient (grandma)
Grandma' was a cancer patient (damn)
Before she died, she sat us down (sat us down)
Said stay together and we're gonna make it (we made it)
For you niggas don't know (you niggas don't know)
Never really sold dope (never)
But I kicked door (boom)
Free my nigga Willy Mae gave him 3 to the dome (free him)
He didn't tell a soul (he didn't)
You making me sick to my stomach, I might go and vomit (ugh)
You niggas is cloning (cloning)
We not together 'cause you my opponent (not together)
Taking our style, nigga, we never loaned it (taking the swag)
The labels wanna sign, that ain't on my mind
The critics and blogs, you know they ain't lying (critics)
Thirty thousand just to look at the time (30k)
Twenty five hundred for my Louboutin (ha)
Mansion Elan was our stomping ground
Our money big, your money minimized (big money)
Taking shots 'cause your buzz died
Cutting the top off the Lamb' make it circumcised (skrrt, skrrt)
The world is fucked up but the strong survive

Name your favorite club in Atlanta, my nigga
We ran that shit
We turned Mansion Elan
Into Migos Elan, nigga
We turned up sessions, in the Migos Playhouse, nigga
Every strip club
Our main bitch, our side bitch
Her side bitch, her side bitch worked there, nigga
We run this motherfuckin' city
We started new Atlanta
These niggas jackin' our swag, they better stand in line
And pay, bitch

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Writer(s): Kenneth Smith, Kiari Cephus, Kirsnick Ball, Quavious Marshall