Commando lyrics by Migos

[Intro - Takeoff:]

They said it was called the trap
But on the north side we call it the bando
Yeen’ know
Naw for real

[Hook - Takeoff:]
All my niggas turn to Rambo or commando
We the first ones that came up with the bando
Talking ‘bout you got the Act but what they goin’ for
I’m bout to start extorting niggas for that Migo flow
We the ones that really came in with the kicking
doors
Same niggas brought Versace to the centerfold
Take off on the plug, I hit him with the finger roll
If you can buy the car then why the fuck you rent it
for
All of my niggas they ready to get you and hit you
and flip you
And never leave no witnesses to see you
And if you, thinkin’ ‘bout calling your mommy, your
daddy, your brother, your sister
That chopper hit you, having a seizure
I been teaching niggas lingo like I’m a teacher
Mamacita, she looking like a picture of Mona Lisa
Fucked ‘em up with the dab, so we goin’ up on the
feature
All of my bitches they piped up and conceited

[Verse 1 - Takeoff:]
Ta-Ta-Takeoff
All rose gold on, call it Rose Bowl
I got the key and the game on lock like a cheat
code
Fuck a bad bitch, I’m fucking with the fleek hoes
And I’d never give my soul up for a bankroll
Niggas get lucky standing right there by the rainbow
No rain though, I’m in the Yung Rich Nation
raincoat
Good aim though, that red dot right up at your
Kangol
Looking in my DM and I see your main ho
You know we the ones that came up with the bando
Them boys talking ‘bout the boards on the windows
When you trapping keep a shooter at the front door
Fuck, 12!, running out the back door
The ring on my pinky is bigger than a globe
Skippa Da Flippa done flipped a nigga, never fold
Piping up in front of your bitch, you get elbowed
Ping pong, hit a nigga with the ring on
Yung Rich Nation jeans on, it’s your theme song
So many pints in my crib, it’s a lean home
I’m so high I just need a wall to lean on
Phone home, get so stoned when we gone
Cookie smoking, the ozone, rich snowcone
Mink, it cost five, I leave the coat on
Bitch time to get your roll on
Clap a nigga with the Ric Flair robe on
Hold on

[Hook - Takeoff:]
All my niggas turn to Rambo or commando
We the first ones that came up with the bando
Talking ‘bout you got the Act but what they goin’ for
I’m bout to start extorting niggas for that Migo fl
ow
We the ones that really came in with the kicking
doors
Same niggas brought Versace to the centerfold
Take off on the plug, I hit him with the finger roll
If you can buy the car then why the fuck you rent it
for
All of my niggas they ready to get you and hit you
and flip you
And never leave no witnesses to see you
And if you, thinkin’ ‘bout calling your mommy, your
daddy, your brother, your sister
That chopper hit you, having a seizure
I been teaching niggas lingo like I’m a teacher
Mamacita, she looking like a picture of Mona Lisa
Fucked ‘em up with the dab, so we goin’ up on the
feature
All of my bitches they piped up and conceited

[Verse 2 - Offset:]
Offset!
Semi-automatic out the window of the Caddy
I know this shit is tragic, toss your bitch up like a
salad
Walk up in the Mansion, I just made a money pilin’
Trappin’ out the bando, selling crack up in the alley
I sent my young niggas, I got Foo with the tool
Contemplating should I drop a four or drop a deuce
Heard you a real slick looking for a good lick
But my niggas ain’t going for the bullshit
I got the stick, nigga don’t trip
Nigga run up in your house and tying up your bitch
Boot up that bitch in the morning on grits
J’s at the bando in the morning, got to fix
I’m sitting on the pedestal, my diamonds look
impeccable
Your bitch sucking my dick just like an edible
Make her take a physical like medical
Fucking bitches over, she like it’s a miracle
You niggas don’t even know I got some pain in me
Missing my grandma, wish she could sing to me
A lot of dirt I did, I got some shame in me
When I’m pulling up I drop the brain on it
Came in the game with the fashion statement
We dropped Versace, the fame it came quick
Got to stay focused, consistent, don’t quit
Brick on my wrist and it make me a lick

[Hook - Takeoff:]
All my niggas turn to Rambo or commando
We the first ones that came up with the bando
Talking ‘bout you got the Act but what they goin’ for
I’m bout to start extorting niggas for that Migo flow
We the ones that really came in with the kicking
doors
Same niggas brought Versace to the centerfold
Take off on the plug, I hit him with the finger roll
If you can buy the car then why the fuck you rent it
for
All of my niggas they ready to get you and hit you
and flip you
And never leave no witnesses to see you
And if you, thinkin’ ‘bout calling your mommy, your
daddy, your brother, your sister
That chopper hit you, having a seizure
I been teaching niggas lingo like I’m a teacher
Mamacita, she looking like a picture of Mona Lisa
Fucked ‘em up with the dab, so we goin’ up on the
feature
All of my bitches they piped up and conceited

[Verse 3 - Quavo:]
Quavo
The way they took a nigga’s dab I want to smack a
nigga
Knock a nigga’s lights out, uncle whack a nigga
These niggas made out of plastic like a action
figure
I can’t kick it with your bitch, I ain’t no Falcon’s
kicker
Young nigga in the hood eating Honey-sicles
I’ma send your ho a text with the purple pickle
Nigga I ain’t gotta flex, I’m a real nigga
I know niggas in the bando still trapping nickles
Pop a perc, you think I’m Marshawn eating Skittles
Everybody still comparing Migos to the Beatles
Who the fuck you think you scaring with that lil
Nina?
Call my niggas and they pulling up like Al-Qaeda
Damn I mean Al-Qaeda, spray ‘em like a firefighter
For fucking with the albino, feeling like Mekhi Phifer
Niggas having ghostwriters, stripes like I’m Tony
Tiger
Migo gang the three igniters, then they try to doubt
us
I know you remember the titans
I know we got the touch like we work for Midas
Light my cookie with the purple in it like the
Vikings
Came from a long road, you the one that starts
hitchhiking
I pour a glass of water ‘cause you wanna pop a
Vicodin
I open up the door, she said damn my mans you’re
frightening
Spikes on my shoe, yeah I’m Christian Lou, Mike-
ing it
Where’s Quavo? Bitch I’m in another continent a

Too Hotty lyrics by Quality Control Ft Migos

(Quality Control Music)
[Offset:]

Whoop, yeah
Father God, Father God
I just wanna live life (life)
Lamborghini, loud pipes (Lamborghini)
Remember all the trap nights (trap)
Pull up in the Poltergeist (skrr)
Hundred thousand on me, yikes (yikes)
Shawty was suckin' too sloppy
She was too sloppy, I had to roll the dice
They think I'm 'lluminati 'cause of my profits
Pull up in Poltergeist (skrr)
You had a nigga that's poppin' bitch you got nothin'
Bitch, you ain't do it right (bitch)
Travellin' across the country
I been gettin' money, say you get who a night
Coupe make a bitch get a Kreuger fright
You was a bitch and your crews are dykes
I was born to be what I'm goin' to be
Raindrops on me like a storm on me (raindrops)
She lickin' my charm but I'm on the heat
The devil keep tryna come conquer me
Smokin' OG and the Fronto leaf
Droppin' a deuce in the Pure Leaf tea
I don't got time for no foolery
I'm 'bout to go drop on some jewelry
I'ma tell you lil' niggas somethin'
Fame blowin' all you niggas money
Maintain, gotta keep a hundred comin'
Ain't no pain like the name with no money
I ain't goin' out sad for her
Learned my lesson with the last whore
Throw these bitches off the backboard
I bet she fuckin' for some for some cash boy
She don't gotta know I gotta landlord
She just layin' on the land, Lord
All these niggas, they be payin' for her
Pop a perky, that's a Altoid
Niggas 'round you be a towel boy
My niggas 'round me, they some cowboys
I'll bite a nigga whole style boy
Copy the flow, give it now boy!
Do not play with the Coach K
I pull up and hop in the dirty Wraith (Ghost)
She fuck on a nigga, I fuck her face
I'm gettin' this money, I'm gettin' paid (racks)
I just bought a mansion
On the back of the banshee no panties
On my money, look, nigga demanded
Bought a mansion, the pool got expanded
Put that money on your coofie like dandruff

[Offset:]
Scotty 2 Hotty
Done put the lil' bitch on the molly, she fucked
everybody (2 Hotty)
Shawty's somebody, lil' niggas gon' call them about
it, don't know nun' about it (about it)
Scotty 2 Hotty
Done put the lil' bitch on the molly, she fucked
everybody (2 Hotty)
Shawty's on shawty, lil' niggas gon' caught two
bodies, don't know nun' about it (about it)

[Quavo:]
Scotty 2 Hotty
Put that lil' bitch on the molly, she fucked
everybody (Scotty 2 Scotty)
Shawty's on shawty, lil' niggas gon' call them about
it, don't know nun' about it (bow bow)
Scotty 2 Hotty
Put that lil' bitch on some molly, she fucked
everybody (Scotty 2 Scotty)
Shawty's on shawty, lil' niggas gon' call them about
it, don't know nun' about it

[Quavo:]
Quavo!
Choppers and shottys
Young nigga, got two bodies (bodies)
Water, faucet, drippin' on my body (drip)
Spent 10K in Follies, niggas hatin' watchin' (Who?)
That's their only option (option)
'Cause they not gon' rob me (Nope!)
Pound a cookie in the backstage of Jimmy Fallon
500 thousand cash backstage at Ellen wildin'
Get right with cha', Saint Laurent boots on Gucci
saddles
Met Gala, dab capital, abracadabra
You can tell, but don't tattle (don't tell, no snitchin')
But that bitch on a Addel' (Adderall)
Treat that bitch like a baby (whoo)
I give her a rattle
She spoiled, she spoiled, she spoiled, she spoiled
on the pole, yeah I paid her toll
Scotty 2 Hotty, that's Scotty 2 Hotty
She crankin' up when on the pole


[Offset:]
Scotty 2 Hotty
Done put the lil' bitch on the molly, she fucked
everybody (2 Hotty)
Shawty's somebody, lil' niggas gon' call them about
it, don't know nun' about it (about it)

Scotty 2 Hotty
Done put the lil' bitch on the molly, she fucked
everybody (2 Hotty)
Shawty's on shawty, lil' niggas gon' call them about
it, don't know nun' about it (about it)

[Quavo:]
Scotty 2 Hotty
Put that lil' bitch on the molly, she fucked
everybody (Scotty 2 Scotty)
Shawty's on shawty, lil' niggas gon' call them about
it, don't know nun' about it (bow bow)

Scotty 2 Hotty
Put that lil' bitch on some molly, she fucked
everybody (Scotty 2 Scotty)
Shawty's on shawty, lil' niggas gon' call them about
it, don't know nun' about it

[Takeoff:]
Heard it was poppin' and stuffin' their pocket with
cottage and dressin' all stylists (stylists)
Ain't no OG for the knowledge, no bitches for
Wallace he pull up big body
One in the chamber, they pocket watchin', hit him
right in his noggin, he droppin' (noggin)
Scotty 2 Hotty, she fucked everybody, can't wife the
lil' bitch, she a thotty (thotty)
They know we been a trendin' topic (know that)
But now this shit lookin' real obvious (obvious)
We been sellin' out them arenas but since we went
platinum look at the audience (audience)
I poured a fo', feelin' nausea (Actavis)
Drinkin' to help the insomnia (drink)
Migos but move like the mafia
Can't see it, you need some binoculars (blind)
We been through so many obstacles (obstacles)
If it ain't 'bout money, can't talk to you (talk to you)
I had no choice to get up and go get it, but I heard
that you had it optional (you did)
I told 'em at school, I was too popular (popular)
The teacher said it was impossible (impossible)
They takin' the flow and ain't givin' us credit so I
don't have nothin' to offer you
(Take-Takeoff)

[Offset:]
Scotty 2 Hotty
Done put the lil' bitch on the molly, she fucked
everybody (2 Hotty)
Shawty's somebody, lil' niggas gon' call them about
it, don't know nun' about it (about it)

Scotty 2 Hotty
Done put the lil' bitch on the molly, she fucked
everybody (2 Hotty)
Shawty's on shawty, lil' niggas gon' call them about
it, don't know nun' about it (about it)

[Quavo:]
Scotty 2 Hotty
Put that lil' bitch on the molly, she fucked
everybody (Scotty 2 Scotty)
Shawty's on shawty, lil' niggas gon' call them about
it, don't know nun' about it (bow bow)

Scotty 2 Hotty
Put that lil' bitch on some molly, she fucked
everybody (Scotty 2 Scotty)
Shawty's on shawty, lil' niggas gon' call them about
it, don't know nun' about it a

Motor Sport lyrics by Migos Ft Cardi B & Nicki Minaj

[Intro: Quavo]

Yeah, skrrt
M-M-M-Murda

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports
(skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork
(pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork,
yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin’ out the court
(court, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like
the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?) we didn’t take
the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama
tears (mama)
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get
serious (serious)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Face all your fears, then get at me
Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)
Feel like I can fly, yeah
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball, just so I can
flex
Take the air out the mall, walkin’ with the
sacks
Take the air out your broad (hey), now
she can’t go back
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I
can flex
Take the air out the mall (hey, walk in
with the sacks)
Take the air out your broad (woo, woo,
woo, E)
Girl, yeah, yeah
I wish my grandma could see me
(grandma)
Take away pain, ain’t easy (pain)
That’s why I fire up a bleezy (fire)
Niggas not cappin’ this season

[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset
The coupe came imported (hey)
This season’s Off-White come in snorted
(white)
Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo)
No human being, I’m immortal (no)
Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek)
Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks)
My pinky on margarine, butter
(margarine)
And my ears got McDonald’s nuggets
(ayy)
Soon, as I land on the Lear (whew)
Piguets, they wet, tears (‘guets)
488, hit the gears (488)
Suicide doors, Britney Spears
I’m boujee, so, bitch, don’t get near
(boujee)
Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voila)
Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears
(skrrt)
It’s a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)


[Verse 3: Cardi B]
Ride the dick like a BMX
No nigga wanna be my ex (no)
I love, when he go on tour
‘Cause he cums more, when I see him
less
I get upset off
I turn Offset on
I told him the other day
Man, we should sell that porn
Yeah, Cardi B, I’m back, bitches
I don’t wanna hear I’m actin’ different
Same lips that be talkin’ ’bout me
Is the same lips that be ass kissin’
These hoes ain’t, what they say they are
And their pussy stank, they’re catfishin’
Same hoes, that was sendin’ shots
They reachin’ out like their back itchin’
Why would I hop in some beef (why?)
When I could just hop in a Porsche?
You heard she gon’ do what from who?
That’s not a reliable source, no
So tell me, have you seen her?
Let me wrap my weave up
I’m the trap Selena
Dame más gasolina (skrrt)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports
(skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork
(pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork,
yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin’ out the court
(court, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like
the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?), we didn’t take
the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama
tears (mama)
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get
serious (serious)

[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]
Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should
watch your mouth
Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to
mouth
You see them stats, you know what I am
about
I am the champ, I’m Iron Mike in a bout
Attention, I’ma need you to face front
You don’t want smoke with me, this is a
laced blunt
Rap’s Jackie Chan, we ain’t pullin’ them
fake stunts
My crown won’t fit on your bum ass lace
fronts (uh)
You bitches catchin’ a fade, shout out my
nigga Lil Boosie
All of your friends’ll be dead, you can get
hit with that Uzi
I call him Ricky, he say he love me like
Lucy
Get you a straw nigga, you know this
pussy is juicy
This Givenchy is custom made, now you
can’t get it at Saks though
I don’t work in no office, but they copyin’
and that’s facts though
I ain’t tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it
slaps, ho
Get you lined for that paper like a loose
leaf when that strap blow
I’m with a courdi a