Modern Day lyrics

[Intro]
(M-M-M-Murda)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Yeah (Suu)
Let's take a modern day stroll (Whoa)
This is the modern day, ho
Last time I checked, we were running the globe (Go)
I'm 'bout to go figure four
Two knock, two time, it's a brick at the door (Two time)
Somebody blowin up lil' momma phone (Brrt)
Lil' n*gga, just come get your ho (Brrt, brrt)
I'm talkin' Patek on the wrist (Woo)
Baguetti goin' dance on the b*tch (Baguettes)
You know that b*tch too thick (Yeah)
You can't even see the pants on that b*tch (Bad)
The way that we spin it (Yeah)
Spinnin' the Hellcats, goin' taz on the kit (Spin)
She wanna pop a G6 (Pop it)
She suckin' on di*k until six (Aah, urgh)
I make a moviе
I'm going Michael Bay, Huncho the Sensеi (Yeah, Cho)
The way that I'm moving
We goin' motorcade, move the tactical way (Woo, Tactical)
I need the backend this way (Backend)
Somebody packin' this way (Woo, Packin')
She get the clappin' that way (That way)
You don't got the answers like Sway (Yah)
f*ck it I'm coolin'
I'm in the Coupe with the top and I'm waving the coolant
Switch-a-go-doolie
With a bad b*tch and I play with her mind and her coochie
I'm still ratatouille, I got a pot that's so big it look like [?]
We not the foogies (Yeah)
I go foolie if a n*gga try to three stooges (Uh)

[Chorus: Quavo & Takeoff]
Break a brick down, n*gga, break a brick down, n*gga (Yeah, brick)
Break a b*tch down, n*gga, break a b*tch down, n*gga (Yeah, b*tch)
Word around town n*gga, heard your ass get around, n*gga (Hey)
Get the f*ck from 'round n*gga, you ain’t even from the town, n*gga (Yeah, Takeoff)

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Where the f*ck Key came from? When she see the Don
She giving me some, the Rari' came red like a plum
The streets like the sun, I got to ride with a drum, keep smoke in my lung
Arabian b*tch in the passenger seat, She got an illegal bomb
Baguette the charm, rainbow daytona, I like to charm the arm
That b*tch is boring, "Oh that's your main?"
Come get her can't help her, b*tch she gone
Count up a bag but no we ain't touring
If it ain't about money, I think it's annoying
Pop me a perc with a cup of the purp
When I hop in the vert with no key and I storm
VV the belt and I VV the arm
Hop on the PJ go visit the farm
Indo' and outdo', whatever you want
Put that lil [?] cause my money grown
I know some n*ggas got rich off of zones
Made double digits off of Apple iPhones
Throw that sh*t on, I get fly like a drone
Put that di*k in her once, she won't leave me alone
Capital bone that [?] is chrome
They say they opp but loving the songs
Eat up the dab when they come around
And then go put on everything we got on
If I got a plate, you know that he ate
On two blunts and one thing I can't do is hate
I love what you doing, Just told me yourself
And know we the ones that opened the gate

[Chorus: Quavo & Offset]
Break a brick down, n*gga, break a brick down, n*gga (Yeah, brick)
Break a b*tch down, n*gga, break a b*tch down, n*gga (Yeah, b*tch)
Word around town n*gga, heard your ass get around, n*gga (Hey)
Get the f*ck from 'round n*gga, you ain’t even from the town, n*gga (Woo, woo, woo Offset, yeah)

[Verse 3: Offset]
Big body Urus, fast and the furious (Big body)
Gripping my MAC, watch the rear in the mirror
Baguettes on my neck, on the lear, I’m superior
Two fifty each ear, what you say? I can’t hear (Huh?)
She dicing my prices, they lower than Sears
She ‘bout it, speed it up by the gear (Go)
Dropped outta school ‘cause I didn’t wanna hear
I was thinking about making a M every period (Yessir)
Got my sh*t off the block (Block)
Seventeen hot, tryna plot on the guap (Hey)
f*ck that, b*tch I had to go and get a knot (Knot)
I was on the block, I ain’t knowing ‘bout a yacht (Who)
Stick in my crotch, Audemar watch (Bah)
Burberry socks, I was curvin' a thot (Curve)
Got baby KK a Birkin, why not? (KK)
Bought an AK, fell in love when I shot
We Beat 'em indoor, We Beat 'em in hoes
We Beat 'em in clothes, We beat 'em in lambos in the road
Hold up my wrist it got rocks like hoe
[?] Don't talk no mo'
I'm stuffing di*k in the back of this hoe
My rollie got skittles you taste the rainbow
Kick down the door lay 'em down kurtis blow
Droppin' the load on the north and it go
Bad but b*tch ain't got nothing to give
I'm [?] in this industry I got some kids
She want to f*ck me I know I can see it
Chase for some clout n*ggas jump off a brick
I had a drop on an opp and we slid
I don't be gambling my dawg that's the wig
Make the money eight ways, I'm a squid
He telling, he yelling, he work with the pigs

[Chorus: Quavo]
Break a brick down, n*gga, break a brick down, n*gga (Yeah, brick)
Break a b*tch down, n*gga, break a b*tch down, n*gga (Yeah, b*tch)
Word around town n*gga, heard your ass get around, n*gga (Hey)
Get the f*ck from 'round n*gga, you ain’t even from the town, n*gga (Yeah)