Released: March 4, 2015
Featuring: Migos
Songwriter: YRN Lingo Takeoff Quavo
Producer: Murda Beatz
[Verse 1: YRN Lingo & Takeoff]
Come here nigga, let me tell you some’ right quick (Right now)
Get close, I’m finna tell you some real shit (Real shit)
Niggas out here say they loyal but the snakes
Until you put em to the test and they gon show who really fake (Fuck)
Scary ass niggas say that they be pulling triggers
I never seen you carry guns, don’t get this shit twisted (Huh)
You the type of nigga if you get caught by the feds (You the type)
You gon tell the whole thing just to stay away from jail (Ha)
[Interlude: YRN Lingo & Takeoff]
Alright, man, listen, I'm finna tell you some real shit (Talk to 'em Lingo)
It's real and fake niggas out here (Ahh, real and fake niggas)
But the fake niggas try to act real (Fake niggas try to act, woo)
Smile in your face (Smile in your face)
(Woo, nahh, woo)
[Verse 2: YRN Lingo & Takeoff]
Listen, two-faced ass niggas smile but they be really sick
Talking shit when you just a nigga that was on my dick (You was just)
Talk about look at his car, look at his wrist (Look at my)
Look at his house, look at his bitch (Bitch)
Look at his chain, hopping out the red thing (Shine)
Hollow tip coming for your brain
Extension clip with the bloodstains (Bow, bow)
I keep a nine on me like Luol Deng (Bow, bow)
Red dead revolver I got perfect aim
Put the money in my bank, chi-chang (Huh)
Yellow in my diamonds, lemon ring
I’m feeling like 2Pac in this rap game (Shakur)
Giuseppe steppers never looked better
Bring the chinchilla out when we get cold weather
[Interlude: YRN Lingo & Takeoff]
Now, for all you bitches out there (Bitch)
Talkin' all that jack, he ain't gin be nothin' (Shhh)
And shit
Haha haha (Ha)
Hold on (I like that lil bro)
[Verse 3: YRN Lingo, Takeoff & Quavo]
Listen, fuck all you bitches that wasn’t rocking with me (Bitch)
Now you wanna give me your number and blow me kisses (Mwah)
Bitch you see me in the Bentley (Face)
Making money how I spend it (Making money)
Bitches tryna take my riches (Bitches tryna)
Tryna flex for these pictures (Flex)
But that never happened though (Nah) cause I can always get some more (Bow)
Mama said fuck these hoes (Mama!), that is what I’m running from
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bow, bow, bow, bow
What's happenin', nigga?
Yeah
[Outro: Quavo & Takeoff]
Big unc, Quavo, head huncho, nigga (Ahh)
Migo Gang, nigga (Ahh)
Lingo (Ahh, big bro, Takeoff)
My 'phew
You touch him, Imma shoot
Know what the fuck going on, nigga
We rocking ice, pull up in the club
Bet Maybach, Maybach is twice (Woo)
Come here nigga, let me tell you some’ right quick (Right now)
Get close, I’m finna tell you some real shit (Real shit)
Niggas out here say they loyal but the snakes
Until you put em to the test and they gon show who really fake (Fuck)
Scary ass niggas say that they be pulling triggers
I never seen you carry guns, don’t get this shit twisted (Huh)
You the type of nigga if you get caught by the feds (You the type)
You gon tell the whole thing just to stay away from jail (Ha)
[Interlude: YRN Lingo & Takeoff]
Alright, man, listen, I'm finna tell you some real shit (Talk to 'em Lingo)
It's real and fake niggas out here (Ahh, real and fake niggas)
But the fake niggas try to act real (Fake niggas try to act, woo)
Smile in your face (Smile in your face)
(Woo, nahh, woo)
[Verse 2: YRN Lingo & Takeoff]
Listen, two-faced ass niggas smile but they be really sick
Talking shit when you just a nigga that was on my dick (You was just)
Talk about look at his car, look at his wrist (Look at my)
Look at his house, look at his bitch (Bitch)
Look at his chain, hopping out the red thing (Shine)
Hollow tip coming for your brain
Extension clip with the bloodstains (Bow, bow)
I keep a nine on me like Luol Deng (Bow, bow)
Red dead revolver I got perfect aim
Put the money in my bank, chi-chang (Huh)
Yellow in my diamonds, lemon ring
I’m feeling like 2Pac in this rap game (Shakur)
Giuseppe steppers never looked better
Bring the chinchilla out when we get cold weather
[Interlude: YRN Lingo & Takeoff]
Now, for all you bitches out there (Bitch)
Talkin' all that jack, he ain't gin be nothin' (Shhh)
And shit
Haha haha (Ha)
Hold on (I like that lil bro)
[Verse 3: YRN Lingo, Takeoff & Quavo]
Listen, fuck all you bitches that wasn’t rocking with me (Bitch)
Now you wanna give me your number and blow me kisses (Mwah)
Bitch you see me in the Bentley (Face)
Making money how I spend it (Making money)
Bitches tryna take my riches (Bitches tryna)
Tryna flex for these pictures (Flex)
But that never happened though (Nah) cause I can always get some more (Bow)
Mama said fuck these hoes (Mama!), that is what I’m running from
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bow, bow, bow, bow
What's happenin', nigga?
Yeah
[Outro: Quavo & Takeoff]
Big unc, Quavo, head huncho, nigga (Ahh)
Migo Gang, nigga (Ahh)
Lingo (Ahh, big bro, Takeoff)
My 'phew
You touch him, Imma shoot
Know what the fuck going on, nigga
We rocking ice, pull up in the club
Bet Maybach, Maybach is twice (Woo)