Way

作词 : Quavo/Offset/Takeoff

作曲 : Quavo/Offset/Takeoff

编曲 : Zaytoven

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 ****** out here sour

80k perform for an hour

Should of played for the Dolphins

Should of played for the Saints

***** saying it's a drought

Takeoff still having pints

Still playing with that oil

Still playing with that shit

Might catch me on the nawf

Still chopping it up with Bo

I got *****es out in Florida

Having *****es out in Georgia

New ***** hit my phone said she wanna give me dome

Cutting shit 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 ****** having sticks

Mama didn't raise a *****

Now your ***** always call my phone for **********ing snow

Today I just met the plug put him in the figure four

Old Quavo might just pull up and just kick a door *****

Free my ***** Westside got 5 to the **** *****

Free my ***** Kobe got 15 to the net

Now I got some hired shooters with the coolants on the TECs

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 ***** hitting them licks

No Label 3

Independent signed for bricks

(huh-huh) Jumped off the porch

(huh-huh) Picked up the fork

(huh-huh) Stay with the torch

(huh) We did this shit from the nawf

(huh) ****** be thinkin I'm actin' tough

I'm with the **** I don't give a ****

Slaughter your daughter get passed to my partner we **** her then call up an Uber truck

**** it up (**** it up)

**** it up (**** it up)

Getting that pot do an uppercut

Get in that ***** like cootie cutters

Get you some money then live it up

Pull out that stick he start hiccing up

You see the ski start *****ing up

Stand on the stage and pipe it up

****ing your hoe while you wife her up

I got the birds like Mighty Duck

Swerve on the curb in the Bentley truck

**** what you talking we pulling up

Your face on the ground ***** pick it up

No Label (huh-huh)

No Label (huh-huh)

No Label (nah)

I'm getting my own paper

I get your ***** 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 ***** that look like Draya

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 ****** they on the same ****

Had to tell em' what that bando was for

I know that we not from Atlanta ***** 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

***** seen the Draco and froze

***** acting bold I'm a **** around and wipe the ***** ***** 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

**** 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 not uno not dos

Come from the goats

(Takeoff!)