YRN 2 Intro lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
Huh, turn the headphones up
I mean just a- yeah, yeah, you good
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 n*ggas
Young n*ggas been doing real boss sh*t
They know where they got this sh*t from
Came in the game kicking doors, f*cking hoes, and rocking gold (Don't act like you don't know that sh*t n*gga)
Now our pockets swoled (big racks)
Been having hoes (havin')
Been having n*ggas on go (havin')
For real (woop)
Ask about it

[Verse 1: Quavo]
I’ma put on for my city (North)
You gon’ put on for these b*tches
Young n*gga I came from nothing
And now I’m at parties with Diddy
See at first they didn’t believe me
Now this sh*t coming way too easy
I’m with a paid assassin
Run to the money, we dashing (go get it)
We the ones came up with dabbing
We put ‘em on trap fashion
I made a play out in Athens
I’m whipping up Kylie Kardashian
Same n*ggas see me having
Used to be the same n*ggas laughing
Now my palm itching
Now my palms itching
Came from bomb pitching
My mama be the witness
Free my convicts
That took a long sentence
All my n*ggas came from the north, they born menace
Ay, ay, no Kanye
I walk in the trap, play with yay
Bao, bao, bao, ra-ra-rao watch what you mu’f*ckers say (shhh)
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
b*tch, I came from the trap
Take her phone, she wanna snap
I don’t get no sleep, I just take naps
I look out the peep, 12 at the trap
I look out my peep, 12 at the trap
Ay, my n*gga gon’ run with that sack
Ay, my n*gga gon’ flush that lil pack
I jump out the window then forty yard dash
That’s the sh*t I used to do in the past
Now we through playing, we playing with cash
Droppin my top just to dump 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 f*cking million dollar bando
[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Some n*ggas came in the game dancing but Migos you know we came in with the fashion
Ain’t talking ‘bout Donatella but we the most underrated rappers reppin’ and havin’
My n*ggas have a 30 plus a 30 in the vicinity literally (so that’s a 60)
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 n*ggas, 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 stealing me
Elmo, these n*ggas they tickle me
Drink codeine and trap out the embassy
Mama said n*ggas’ll envy me
Behind the lot shootin’ at my enemies
Quavo got Kylie, well I got that Kimberly
Drinking codeine, moving slow like a centipede
We brought that flow back when n*ggas didn’t know
People compare 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’ll remember me
All of these n*ggas they trying to rap nowadays
When I start spitting I ball cause it’s inner me
Remember taking trips in the Infinity
Looking for gold, electronics, or Benjamin’s
(hot, hot), the block is sizzling
Gotta stay low key cause witnesses snitching
Who the f*ck told ‘em north side wasn’t the trenches?
These n*ggas b*tches, they want some attention
n*ggas get put in detention
It ain’t my fault, n*gga, it’s your decision
No presents up under your christmas tree
Cause I am the Grinch, stole christmas
Wonder why your children not watching Disney
Cause Migos we making a history
I bought twenty pints of Activis
You think I’m sellin’ em, but that’s just for me to sip it
If you don’t believe me you can ask Quavo, matter fact Offset was right there with me
[Verse 3: Offset]
Offset!!
History repeat itself, I got locked up again
I came home to the Benjamin’s
As a young n*gga they always envied me
You copy my dab, you lil n*ggas are mini-me’s
My necklace it cost me a brick a piece
f*ck the b*tch so good I make the b*tch’ knees weak
Dropped the top off the Bentley, it’s up to me
I sat on a milly while I was in custody
Picked up my stick, hundred rounds in my clip
Double cup of Actavis, I pour a couple zips
I’m that same n*gga that jumped in the VIP
Lot of n*ggas pus*y ‘cause they know that I’m a killer
Made a couple million, but the bricks up in the rental
We was in the bando, trapping, capping, I remember
I really beat the n*gga, caught a pus*y n*gga stealing
Get hit with that stick and I bet you gon’ feel it
Pull up in Maseratis, where my ceiling
I see a n*gga plotting, 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 b*tch in my kitchen
Don’t care ‘bout no ho cause that money my mission
Chill Will want a body, his finger been itching
And my Ferrari got bricks by the engine
Don’t f*ck with no rappers, these f*ck n*ggas b*tches
I’m not being friendly, I don’t want to kick it
Didn’t write no letter, you n*ggas ain’t visit
I took a plea, I said f*ck it, I did it
YRN 2, n*gga listen up, hear it
We back on our sh*t, you can’t f*ck 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 got a shooter with me, he right here
I got your b*tch suck my di*k, on my Lear
Police be watching me like a premiere
Put that lil b*tch on some molly
She ride on my di*k like a trolley
All of my cars are exotic
Knock a n*gga off, don’t get indicted