YRN 2 Intro

[Intro: Quavo] Huh (Whoo) Turn the headphones up I mean just a—, yeah, yeah, you good (Haha) (W-W-W-William) Let me turn these lights off (Ayy, ayy) Let me fire up this cookie real quick (Haha, ayy) You know how we get it, I can't find my lighter though Migos, huh Young rich niggas (Ayy, ayy) Young niggas been doing real boss shit (They know where they got this shit from) Came in the game kicking doors, fucking hoes, and rocking gold (Haha, don't act like you don't know that shit, neither) Now our pockets swole (Big racks) Haha, been having hoes (Havin') Been having niggas on go (Havin') For real (Whoo, huh) Ask about it (Uh, uh) Yeah [Verse 1: Quavo & Takeoff] I'ma put on for my city (Nawf) You gon' put on for these bitches Young nigga, I came from nothin' And now I'm at parties with Diddy (Ayy) Hahaha, see at first they didn't believe me (Ahaha) Now this shit comin' way too easy (Ayy) I'm with a paid assassin (Grrah) Run to the money, we dashin' (Go get it) We the ones came up with dabbin' (Whoo) We put 'em on trap fashion (Trap) I made a play out in Athens (Athens) I'm whippin' up Kylie Kardashian (Kylie) Same niggas see me havin' (Same niggas) Used to be the same niggas laughing (Haha) Now my palm itchin' (Itchin') Now my palms itchin' (Money) Came from bomb pitching (Bomb) My mama be the witness (Mama) Free my convicts (Free) That took a long sentence (Free) All my niggas came from the Nawf, they born menace (Ayy) Ay, ay, no Kanye, I walk in the trap, play with yay Bow, bow, bow, ra-ra-rao, watch what you motherfuckers say (Shh) Call up the lean, pour an eight (Eight) Then pop an eight, tray tray (Tray, tray, tray tray, tray) Then I fill a Backwood, the cookies, it came from the Bay (Gas) Bitch, I came from the trap (Whoo) Take her phone, she wanna snap (Whoo) I don't get no sleep, I just take naps (Nah) I look out the peep, 12 at the trap (12?) I look out my peep, 12 at the trap (12) Ay, my nigga gon' run with that sack (Ayy) Ay, my nigga gon’ flush that lil' pack (Ayy) I jump out the window, then forty yard dash (Gone) That's the shit I used to do in the past (Whoo) Now we too playa, we playin' with cash (Cash) Droppin' my top just to dump out the ash (Ash) Wrestle with work like my name Kevin Nash (Nash) Huh, let me take it back just for two minutes (Two minutes) Fourteens and the nines, had tools in it (Grrah) And you notice that it didn't have windows (Huh?) That the first fucking million dollar bando (Uh, Takeoff) [Verse 2: Takeoff & Offset] Some niggas came in the game dancin', but Migos, you know we came in with the fashion (Dab) Ain't talkin' 'bout Donatella, but we the most underrated rappers reppin' and havin' (Ayy) My niggas havin' a thirty plus a thirty in the vicinity literally (So that's a sixty) I would give you names of these Migos clones, but it’s every rapper in the industry (Literally) And they wanna know why we pressing these niggas, they don't let us in they facility (Grrr) 'Cause if you ask me, I feel like I should get a percentage the way they be stealing me (Gimmie me) Elmo, these niggas they tickle me (Giggling) Drink codeine and trap out the embassy (Lean) Mama said niggas'll envy me (Mama) Behind the lot shootin' at my enemies (Bow) Quavo got Kylie, well I got that Kimberly, drinkin' codeine, moving slow like a centipede (Drank) We brought that flow back when niggas didn't know people compared the Migos to Bone Thugs-n-Harmony (Woah) I put my blood, sweat, and tears in the game and I still got more years, so I bet they'll remember me (Ayy) All of these niggas, they trying to rap nowadays, when I start spittin', I ball cause it's inner me Remember taking trips in the Infinity (Why?) Looking for gold, electronics, or Benjamin's (Hot, hot), the block is sizzlin' (Hot) Gotta stay low key, 'cause witnesses snitchin' (Snitch) Who the fuck told 'em Nawfside wasn't the trenches? (Nawf) These niggas bitches, they want some attention (Bitch) Niggas get put in detention It ain't my fault, nigga, it's your decision (Yours) No presents up under your Christmas tree? (Nah) 'Cause I am the Grinch, stole Christmas (Grinch) Wonder why your children not watching Disney? (Why?) 'Cause Migos, we makin' up history I bought twenty pints of Activis, you think I'm sellin' 'em, but that's just for me to sip it (Act') If you don't believe me you can ask Quavo, matter fact Offset was right there with me (Offset) [Verse 3: Offset] History repeat itself (Ayy), I got locked up again, I came home to the Benjamin's (Cash) As a young nigga, they always envied me (Envy me) You copy my dab, you lil niggas are mini-me's (Dab) My necklace, it cost me a brick a piece (Shine) Fuck the bitch so good, I make the bitch knees weak (Smash) Dropped the top off the Bentley, it's up to me I sat on a milli' while I was in custody (M's) Picked up my stick, hundred rounds in my clip (Grrah) Double cup of Actavis, I pour a couple zips (Double cup) I'm that same nigga that jumped in the VIP (Ahh) Lot of niggas pussy, 'cause they know that I'm a killer (Pussy) Made a couple million, but the bricks up in the rental (Millions) We was in the bando, trappin', cappin', I remember (Bando) I really beat the nigga, caught that pussy nigga stealing (Yeah) Get hit with that stick and I bet you gon' feel it (Bow) Pull up in Maseratis, where my ceiling? (Skrt) I see a nigga plottin', where my semi? (Grrah) I can whip me up a brick in a minute (Whip) Throw on Margiela one day, then Givenchy Got the game in submission, your bitch in my kitchen (Huh?) Don't care 'bout no hoe, 'cause that money my mission (Nah) John Wic want a body, his finger been itchin' (Bow) And my Ferrari got bricks by my engine (Skrt) Don't fuck with no rappers, these fuck niggas bitches (Huh?) I'm not being friendly, I don't want to kick it (Pussy) Didn't write no letter, you niggas ain't visit (Nah) I took a plea, I said, "Fuck it, I did it " (I did it) YRN 2, nigga, listen up, hear it (Huh?) We back on our shit, you can't fuck with us, period (Nah) I see a million when I'm in the mirror (Million) Get hit with the Glock and I scrape off the serial (Woah) Hop in the Lamb', hit the gas, hit the gear (Skrt) I got a shooter with me, he right here (Here) I got your bitch, suck my dick on my Lear (Ugh) Police be watching me like a premiere Put that lil' bitch on some molly (Molly) She ride on my dick like a trolley (Vroom) All of my cars are exotic (Exotic) Knock a nigga off, don't get indicted (Grrah)