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[Hook: BIG BOY $AVAGE]
All my shooters turn to Rambo or Commando (rrrah)
We the first ones that came up with the bando (bando)
Talking ‘bout you got the Act but what they going for? (huh?)
I’m ‘bout to start extorting brothers for that Migo flow (Migo!)
We the ones that really came in with the kickin’ do’ (yeah)
Same ones that brought Versace to the centerfold (‘sace)
Take off on the plug, I hit ‘em with the finger roll (yeah)
If you can buy the car then what the fuck you rent it for? (bitch!)
Boy you know I’m dropping loads when I go and swerve the roads
With the rose gold, driving way back to bando (ayy)
If 12 at the do, then I’m jumpin o’ the fence
But the vice with the prez, call my gang Mike Pence (Mike!)
All my bitches up on crack, it’s a fact like that (ayy)
Make a brother rich, it’s a fact like that (ayy)
Act hard, but you broke, like ya pullin’ up at Jack
Say I work at iHop, cause all I do is count stacks
[Verse 1: "TAKEOFF"]
(Take-Take-Take-Takeoff!)
All rose gold on, call it rose bowl (rose)
I got the key, unlocking the game like a cheat code (cheat!)
Fuck a bad bitch, I’m fucking with the fleek hoes (hoe)
You know I never give my soul up for a bankroll (no!)
Knock some lights out, seeing rainbows (bow bow)
All this water, bitch, go fetch me my rain coat (wow)
Take a break from real shit, hit ‘em, Migo! (Migo!)
How you go from J Cole to Quavo? (what)
My name’s Big Boy Savage and a boy will get it done
If you’re living like me, know there ain’t a lotta time for fun
When ya 9 years old, you gon’ load ya first gun
At 13, you gon’ hear da siren, mean ya gotta run
(bow, bow, grah, grah, graow)
Teach it, then ya preach it, so you with the know how
Prolly ain’t fuck with drugs but you risk it all for loud
Pipe up with some Young Thug, now ya never feeling down
Hit ya first gold, then ya got ya first platinum
Hit ya first hole, then ya got ya first kid in ‘em
Ya fucked it all up, you got all these damn witnesses
But if ya start it up, then ya really gotta finish shit
Uh, ohh, fresh out the bed, uh, ohh, count up the deadz
Pillage in the village then ya run off with the meds
Gone so fast (gone)
Nobody even know what ya said (god damn)
[Hook: BIG BOY $AVAGE]
All my shooters turn to Rambo or Commando (rrah)
We the first ones that came up with the bando (bando)
Talking ‘bout you got the Act but what they going for? (huh?)
I’m ‘bout to start extorting brothers for that Migo flow (Migo!)
We the ones that really came in with the kickin’ do’ (yeah)
Same ones that brought Versace to the centerfold (‘sace)
Take off on the plug, I hit ‘em with the finger roll (yeah)
If you can buy the car then what the fuck you rent it for? (bitch!)
Boy you know I’m dropping loads when I go and swerve the roads
With the rose gold, driving way back to bando (ayy)
If 12 at the do, then I’m jumpin o’ the fence
But the vice with the prez, call my gang Mike Pence (Mike!)
All my bitches up on crack, it’s a fact like that (ayy)
Make a brother rich, it’s a fact like that (ayy)
Act hard, but you broke, like ya pullin’ up at Jack
Say I work at iHop, cause all I do is count-
[Verse 2: "OFFSET"]
(Offset!)
Semi-automatic out the window of the Caddy (bdd)
I know this shit is tragic, toss ya bitch up like a salad (hey)
Walk up in the mansion, I just made a money pallet (cash)
Trappin’ out the bando, selling crack up in the alley (trap)
Pull up with the tool and spray the whole damn block (spray)
I’m a playboy, like “In New York I milly rock” (sock)
Hit em with the mission, got em looking at the clock (what time it is)
I ain’t no joke, but I’m going knock knock (who’s there?)
I got the stick, aye, just don’t trip (nah)
Shooters run up in ya house and tyin up ya bitch (graat)
Booting up the bitch in the morning on the grits (grits)
J’s in the morning, wake up early got a fix (fix)
Sitting on the throne, in the night she lick the bone (lick)
Leave me alone, all my shit is Al Capone (who is that?)
Free all the brothers that is locked up in the cell (gotta free ‘em!)
Week after the shooting they gon ring the church bell (ding dong)
I wake up feeling like I done gone to Dreamville
Everybody ‘member little house up on the hill (what he say?)
Mama never gotta worry bout none of the bills (nuh-uh)
I’m getting fucking paid like my name began with “Lil” (god damn!)
Never gonna stress, got my Cardi in the rari
Every time my team and I are out it’s a safari
If I tapped ya bitch I didn’t mean it and I’m sorry
Pussies get what comin to em, played ya like Atari, Offset!
[Hook: BIG BOY $AVAGE]
All my shooters turn to Rambo or Commando (rrrah)
We the first ones that came up with the bando (bando)
Talking ‘bout you got the Act but what they going for? (huh)
I’m ‘bout to start extorting brothers for that Migo flow (Migo!)
We the ones that really came in with the kickin’ do’ (yeah)
Same ones that brought Versace to the centerfold (‘sace!)
Take off on the plug, I hit ‘em with the finger roll (yeah)
If you can buy the car then what the fuck you rent it for? (bitch!)
Boy you know I’m dropping loads when I go and swerve the roads
With the rose gold, driving way back to bando (ayy)
If 12 at the do, then I’m jumpin o’ the fence
But the vice with the prez, call my gang Mike Pence (Mike!)
All my bitches up on crack, it’s a fact like that (ayy)
Make a brother rich, it’s a fact like that (ayy)
Act hard, but you broke, like ya pullin’ up at Jack
Say I work at iHop, cause all I do is count stacks
[Verse 3: "QUAVO"]
(Quavo!)
The way they took a homie dab, I wanna smack a brotha (smack)
Knock a cousin’s lights out, Uncle Wack a brotha (wack)
These jokers made out of plastic like a action figure (action)
I can’t kick it with yo bitch, I ain’t no Falcons kicker (nah!)
Came up from nothing, now I’m running the town (town)
But I can’t fuck with y’all, everyone playing around (playing ‘round)
Lock the Glock, pick up the rocks, take ya hoe like a hound (ruff)
When I’m lurking better sit down, careful not to make a sound (shhh)
Pop a perc, you think I’m Marshawn eating skittles (skittles)
Everybody still comparing Migos to the Beatles (compare)
Who you think you scaring with that lil’ nina? (who?)
Call my shooters and they pulling up like Al-Queda (rrrrah)
Fuck it up, look me up, betcha find my whole record (yeah)
White don’t fuck with black, it’s like a homie playing checkers (sk sk)
Pull up with the heat, I’m a fuckin ghost pepper (hot)
Do the work and then I dip, and I’m out like a propeller
I been on for a while
Why ya cramping my style? (why?)
Walk the fuck up out the trap
Bite ya like a crocodile (get the fuck out of here)
Hunnid K Patek, and I got ya boys riled (hunnid)
One night with a bitch, that pussy drove me wild (oh, damn)
Hunnid K Patek, and I got ya boys riled (riled)
One night with a bitch, that pussy drove me wild (god damn!)
Since I came out of the dark, I been loving call me Kyle (hah)
But yo ass live in a tent, down at the river by the Nile (by the Ni-)
I know you remember the titans (‘member)
You know we got the touch like we work for Midas (it’s true)
Like my cookie with the purple in it like the Vikings (what?)
Came from a long road, you the one that started hitchhiking (long road)
I pour a glass of water ‘cause you wanna pop a Vidocin
I open up the door, she said damn my mans, ya frightening (woo)
Spikes on my shoes, yeah I’m Christian Loub, Mike-ing it (huh)
Where’s Quavo? Bitch I’m in another continent
[Hook: BIG BOY $AVAGE]
All my shooters turn to Rambo or Commando (rrrah)
We the first ones that came up with the bando (bando)
Talking ‘bout you got the Act but what they going for? (huh)
I’m ‘bout to start extorting brothers for that Migo flow (Migo!)
We the ones that really came in with the kickin’ do’ (yeah)
Same ones that brought Versace to the centerfold (‘sace!)
Take off on the plug, I hit ‘em with the finger roll (yeah)
If you can buy the car then what the fuck you rent it for? (bitch!)
Boy you know I’m dropping loads when I go and swerve the roads
With the rose gold, driving way back to bando (ayy)
If 12 at the do, then I’m jumpin o’ the fence
But the vice with the prez, call my gang Mike Pence (Mike!)
All my bitches up on crack, it’s a fact like that (ayy)
Make a brother rich, it’s a fact like that (ayy)
Act hard, but you broke, like ya pullin’ up at Jack
Say I work at iHop, cause all I do is count stacks (yeah!)
[Outro]
(Yeah!)
All my shooters turn to Rambo or Commando (rrrah)
We the first ones that came up with the bando (bando)
Talking ‘bout you got the Act but what they going for? (huh?)
I’m ‘bout to start extorting brothers for that Migo flow (Migo!)
We the ones that really came in with the kickin’ do’ (yeah)
Same ones that brought Versace to the centerfold (‘sace)
Take off on the plug, I hit ‘em with the finger roll (yeah)
If you can buy the car then what the fuck you rent it for? (bitch!)
Boy you know I’m dropping loads when I go and swerve the roads
With the rose gold, driving way back to bando (ayy)
If 12 at the do, then I’m jumpin o’ the fence
But the vice with the prez, call my gang Mike Pence (Mike!)
All my bitches up on crack, it’s a fact like that (ayy)
Make a brother rich, it’s a fact like that (ayy)
Act hard, but you broke, like ya pullin’ up at Jack
Say I work at iHop, cause all I do is count stacks
[Verse 1: "TAKEOFF"]
(Take-Take-Take-Takeoff!)
All rose gold on, call it rose bowl (rose)
I got the key, unlocking the game like a cheat code (cheat!)
Fuck a bad bitch, I’m fucking with the fleek hoes (hoe)
You know I never give my soul up for a bankroll (no!)
Knock some lights out, seeing rainbows (bow bow)
All this water, bitch, go fetch me my rain coat (wow)
Take a break from real shit, hit ‘em, Migo! (Migo!)
How you go from J Cole to Quavo? (what)
My name’s Big Boy Savage and a boy will get it done
If you’re living like me, know there ain’t a lotta time for fun
When ya 9 years old, you gon’ load ya first gun
At 13, you gon’ hear da siren, mean ya gotta run
(bow, bow, grah, grah, graow)
Teach it, then ya preach it, so you with the know how
Prolly ain’t fuck with drugs but you risk it all for loud
Pipe up with some Young Thug, now ya never feeling down
Hit ya first gold, then ya got ya first platinum
Hit ya first hole, then ya got ya first kid in ‘em
Ya fucked it all up, you got all these damn witnesses
But if ya start it up, then ya really gotta finish shit
Uh, ohh, fresh out the bed, uh, ohh, count up the deadz
Pillage in the village then ya run off with the meds
Gone so fast (gone)
Nobody even know what ya said (god damn)
[Hook: BIG BOY $AVAGE]
All my shooters turn to Rambo or Commando (rrah)
We the first ones that came up with the bando (bando)
Talking ‘bout you got the Act but what they going for? (huh?)
I’m ‘bout to start extorting brothers for that Migo flow (Migo!)
We the ones that really came in with the kickin’ do’ (yeah)
Same ones that brought Versace to the centerfold (‘sace)
Take off on the plug, I hit ‘em with the finger roll (yeah)
If you can buy the car then what the fuck you rent it for? (bitch!)
Boy you know I’m dropping loads when I go and swerve the roads
With the rose gold, driving way back to bando (ayy)
If 12 at the do, then I’m jumpin o’ the fence
But the vice with the prez, call my gang Mike Pence (Mike!)
All my bitches up on crack, it’s a fact like that (ayy)
Make a brother rich, it’s a fact like that (ayy)
Act hard, but you broke, like ya pullin’ up at Jack
Say I work at iHop, cause all I do is count-
[Verse 2: "OFFSET"]
(Offset!)
Semi-automatic out the window of the Caddy (bdd)
I know this shit is tragic, toss ya bitch up like a salad (hey)
Walk up in the mansion, I just made a money pallet (cash)
Trappin’ out the bando, selling crack up in the alley (trap)
Pull up with the tool and spray the whole damn block (spray)
I’m a playboy, like “In New York I milly rock” (sock)
Hit em with the mission, got em looking at the clock (what time it is)
I ain’t no joke, but I’m going knock knock (who’s there?)
I got the stick, aye, just don’t trip (nah)
Shooters run up in ya house and tyin up ya bitch (graat)
Booting up the bitch in the morning on the grits (grits)
J’s in the morning, wake up early got a fix (fix)
Sitting on the throne, in the night she lick the bone (lick)
Leave me alone, all my shit is Al Capone (who is that?)
Free all the brothers that is locked up in the cell (gotta free ‘em!)
Week after the shooting they gon ring the church bell (ding dong)
I wake up feeling like I done gone to Dreamville
Everybody ‘member little house up on the hill (what he say?)
Mama never gotta worry bout none of the bills (nuh-uh)
I’m getting fucking paid like my name began with “Lil” (god damn!)
Never gonna stress, got my Cardi in the rari
Every time my team and I are out it’s a safari
If I tapped ya bitch I didn’t mean it and I’m sorry
Pussies get what comin to em, played ya like Atari, Offset!
[Hook: BIG BOY $AVAGE]
All my shooters turn to Rambo or Commando (rrrah)
We the first ones that came up with the bando (bando)
Talking ‘bout you got the Act but what they going for? (huh)
I’m ‘bout to start extorting brothers for that Migo flow (Migo!)
We the ones that really came in with the kickin’ do’ (yeah)
Same ones that brought Versace to the centerfold (‘sace!)
Take off on the plug, I hit ‘em with the finger roll (yeah)
If you can buy the car then what the fuck you rent it for? (bitch!)
Boy you know I’m dropping loads when I go and swerve the roads
With the rose gold, driving way back to bando (ayy)
If 12 at the do, then I’m jumpin o’ the fence
But the vice with the prez, call my gang Mike Pence (Mike!)
All my bitches up on crack, it’s a fact like that (ayy)
Make a brother rich, it’s a fact like that (ayy)
Act hard, but you broke, like ya pullin’ up at Jack
Say I work at iHop, cause all I do is count stacks
[Verse 3: "QUAVO"]
(Quavo!)
The way they took a homie dab, I wanna smack a brotha (smack)
Knock a cousin’s lights out, Uncle Wack a brotha (wack)
These jokers made out of plastic like a action figure (action)
I can’t kick it with yo bitch, I ain’t no Falcons kicker (nah!)
Came up from nothing, now I’m running the town (town)
But I can’t fuck with y’all, everyone playing around (playing ‘round)
Lock the Glock, pick up the rocks, take ya hoe like a hound (ruff)
When I’m lurking better sit down, careful not to make a sound (shhh)
Pop a perc, you think I’m Marshawn eating skittles (skittles)
Everybody still comparing Migos to the Beatles (compare)
Who you think you scaring with that lil’ nina? (who?)
Call my shooters and they pulling up like Al-Queda (rrrrah)
Fuck it up, look me up, betcha find my whole record (yeah)
White don’t fuck with black, it’s like a homie playing checkers (sk sk)
Pull up with the heat, I’m a fuckin ghost pepper (hot)
Do the work and then I dip, and I’m out like a propeller
I been on for a while
Why ya cramping my style? (why?)
Walk the fuck up out the trap
Bite ya like a crocodile (get the fuck out of here)
Hunnid K Patek, and I got ya boys riled (hunnid)
One night with a bitch, that pussy drove me wild (oh, damn)
Hunnid K Patek, and I got ya boys riled (riled)
One night with a bitch, that pussy drove me wild (god damn!)
Since I came out of the dark, I been loving call me Kyle (hah)
But yo ass live in a tent, down at the river by the Nile (by the Ni-)
I know you remember the titans (‘member)
You know we got the touch like we work for Midas (it’s true)
Like my cookie with the purple in it like the Vikings (what?)
Came from a long road, you the one that started hitchhiking (long road)
I pour a glass of water ‘cause you wanna pop a Vidocin
I open up the door, she said damn my mans, ya frightening (woo)
Spikes on my shoes, yeah I’m Christian Loub, Mike-ing it (huh)
Where’s Quavo? Bitch I’m in another continent
[Hook: BIG BOY $AVAGE]
All my shooters turn to Rambo or Commando (rrrah)
We the first ones that came up with the bando (bando)
Talking ‘bout you got the Act but what they going for? (huh)
I’m ‘bout to start extorting brothers for that Migo flow (Migo!)
We the ones that really came in with the kickin’ do’ (yeah)
Same ones that brought Versace to the centerfold (‘sace!)
Take off on the plug, I hit ‘em with the finger roll (yeah)
If you can buy the car then what the fuck you rent it for? (bitch!)
Boy you know I’m dropping loads when I go and swerve the roads
With the rose gold, driving way back to bando (ayy)
If 12 at the do, then I’m jumpin o’ the fence
But the vice with the prez, call my gang Mike Pence (Mike!)
All my bitches up on crack, it’s a fact like that (ayy)
Make a brother rich, it’s a fact like that (ayy)
Act hard, but you broke, like ya pullin’ up at Jack
Say I work at iHop, cause all I do is count stacks (yeah!)
[Outro]
(Yeah!)
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