YRN 2 Intro Lyrics By Migos
Let me turn these lights off
Let me fire up this cookie real quick
You know how we get it
Can't find my lighter though
Migos
Young rich ****
Young **** been doin' real boss shit
They know where they got this shit from
Came in the game kickin' doors
Fuckin' hoes, rockin' gold
Don't act like you don't know that shit neither
Now our pockets swoled
Big racks
Been havin' hoes, havin'
Been havin' **** on go, havin'
For real
Ask about it
I'ma put on for my city
You gon' put on for these bitches
Young ****, I came from nothin'
And now I'm at parties with Diddy
See at first they didn't believe me
Now this shit comin' way too easy
I'm with a paid assassin
Run to the money, we dashin' (Go get it)
We the ones came up with dabbin'
We put 'em on trap fashion
I made a play out a Athens
I'm whippin' up Kylie Kardashian
Same **** see me havin'
Used to be the same **** laughin'
Now my palm itchin'
Now my palms itchin' (Money)
Came from bomb pitchin'
My mama be the witness
Free my convicts
That took a long sentence
All my **** came from the North, they born menace
Ay, ay, no Kanye
I walk in the trap, play with yay
Watch what you muhfuckin' say
Call up the lean, pour an eight
Then pop an eight tray-tray
Then I fill a backwood
The cookies it came from the bay (Gas)
Bitch, I came from the trap
Take her phone, she wanna snap
I don't get no sleep, I just take naps
I look out my peep, 12 at the trap
I look out my peep, 12 at the trap
My **** gon' run with that sack
My **** go flex on that pack
I jump out the window then 40 yard dash
That's the shit I used to do in the past
Now we through playin', we playin' with cash
Chopping my top, get your top out the ash
Wrestle with work like my name Kevin Nash
Let me take it back just for two minutes
Fourteens and the nines had tools in it
And you notice that it didn't have windows
That the first fuckin' million dollar bando
Some **** came in the game dashin'
But Migos you know we came in with the fashion
Ain't talkin' 'bout the Donatella
But we the most underrated rappers reppin' and havin'
My **** havin' a 30 plus a 30 in the vicinity literally
I would give you names on these Migos clones
But it's every rapper in the industry
And they wanna know why we pressin' these ****
They don't let us in they facility
'Cause if you ask me I feel like I should
Get a percentage the way they be stealin' me
Elmo, these **** they tickle me
Drink codeine and trap out the embassy
Mama said ****'ll envy me
Behind the lot shootin' at my enemies
Quavo got Kylie, well I got that Kimberly
Drinkin' codeine, movin' slow like a centipede
We brought that flow back with **** didn't know
People compared that Migos to Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
I put my blood sweat and tears in the game
And I still got more years so I bet they remember me
All of these **** they tryna rap nowadays
When I start spittin', I ball 'cause it's inner me
Remember taking trips in the Infiniti
Lookin' for gold, 'lectronics or Benjamins
The block is sizzlin'
Gotta stay low key 'cause witnesses snitchin'
Who the fuck told 'em North Side wasn't trenches
These **** bitches, they want some attention
**** get put in detention
It ain't my fault, ****, it's your decision
No presents up under your Christmas tree?
'Cause I am the Grinch stole Christmas
Wonder why your children not watchin' Disney
'Cause Migos we makin' the history
I bought twenty pints of Activis
You think I'm sellin' 'em but they just for me to sip it
If you don't believe me, you can ask Quavo
Matter fact Offset right there with me
History repeat itself
I got locked up again, I came home to the Benjamins
As a young ****, they always envied me
You copy my dab, you li'l **** a Mini Me
My necklace it cost me a brick a piece
Fuck the bitch so good, I make the bitch knees weak
Dropped the top off the Bentley, it's up to me
I sat on a milli while I was in custody
Picked up my stick, hunnid rounds in my clip
Double cup of Activis, I pour a couple zips
I'm that same **** that jump in the V.I.P.
Lotta **** pussy 'cause they know that I'm a killer
Made a couple million, put the bricks up in the rental
We was in the bando, trappin' cappin', I remember
I really beat the ****, caught that pussy **** stealin'
Get hit with that stick, I bet you gon' feel it
Pull up in Maserati, where my ceiling?
I see a **** plottin', where my semi?
I can whip me up a brick in a minute
Throw on Margiela one day, then Givenchy
Got the game in submission, your bitch in my kitchen
Don't care 'bout no ho 'cause that money my mission
Chill Will want a body, he finger been itchin'
And my Ferrari got bricks by my engine
Don't fuck with no rappers, these fuck **** bitches
I'm not being friendly, I don't wanna kick it
Didn't write no letter, you **** ain't visit
I took a plea, I said, fuck it, I did it
YRN 2, ****, listen up, hear it
We back on our shit, you can't fuck with us period
I see a million when I'm in the mirror
Get hit with the Glock and I scrape off the serial
Hop in the Lamb, hit the gas, hit the gear
I gotta shooter with me, he right here
I got your bitch suck my dick on my Lear
The police be watchin' me like a premiere
Put that lil' bitch on some molly
She ride on my dick like a trolley
All of my cars are exotic
Knock a **** off, don't get indicted
