Migos YRN 2 Lyrics

[Intro – Quavo & Takeoff:]

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 niggas

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

Now our pockets swoled

Been having hoes

Been having niggas on go

For real

Ask about it

[Verse 1 – Quavo:]

I’ma put on for my city

You gon’ put on for these bitches

Young nigga I came from nothing

And now I’m at parties with Diddy

See at first they didn’t believe me

Now this shit coming way too easy

I’m with a paid assassin

Run to the money, we dashing

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 niggas see me having

Used to be the same niggas 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 niggas came from the north, they born menace

Ay, ay, no Kanye

I walk in the trap, play with yay

Bao, bao, ra-ra-rao watch what you mu’fuckers say

Call up the lean, pour an eight

Then pour an eight, tray tray

Then I fill a Backwood, the cookies it came from the Bay

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 the peep, 12 at the trap

I look out my peep, 12 at the trap

Ay, my nigga gon’ run with that sack

Ay, my nigga gon’ flex on that pack

I jump out the window then forty yard dash

That’s the shit I used to do in the past

Now we through playing, we playing 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 fucking million dollar bando

[Verse 2 – Takeoff:]

Takeoff!!

Some niggas came in the game dashing but Migos you know we came in with the fashion

Ain’t talking ‘bout the Nutella but we the most underrated rappers reppin’ and havin’

My niggas 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

And they wanna know why we pressing these niggas, 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 niggas they tickle me

Drink codeine and trap out the embassy

Mama said niggas’ll envy me

Behind the lot shootin’ at my enemies

Quavo got Kylie, well I got that Kimberly

Drinking codeine, I move slow like a centipede

We brought that flow back when niggas didn’t know

Compared 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 niggas 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 fuck told ‘em north side wasn’t the trenches

These niggas bitches, they want some attention

Niggas get put in detention

It ain’t my fault, nigga, 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

Bought twenty pints of Activis, you think I’m sellin’ em, but it’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 nigga they always envied me

You copy my dab, you lil niggas are mini-me’s

My necklace it cost me a brick a piece

Fuck the bitch so good I make the bitch’ knees week

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 nigga that jumped in the VIP

Lot of niggas pussy ‘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 nigga, caught a pussy nigga stealing

Get hit with that stick and I bet you gon’ feel it

Pull up in Maseratis, where my ceiling

I see a nigga 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 bitch 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 fuck with no rappers, these fuck niggas bitches

I’m not being friendly, I don’t want to kick it

Didn’t write no letter, you niggas ain’t visit

I took a plea, I said fuck it, I did it

YRN 2, nigga 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 got a shooter with me, he right here

I got your bitch suck my dick, on my leer

Police be watching 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 nigga off, don’t get indicted

Grah