Chapter 1 Migos

[Intro: Takeoff & Quavo]
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This one for the...
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I mean, this one for the...
Ayy, woah, woah
Fuck it
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[Chorus: Takeoff]
Trendsetters, go-getters, drug dealers
Dope dealers, all my niggas
Can’t leave that house without your pistol then I fucks with you
Pimp niggas, can’t forget about my rich niggas
Bad bitches independent that don’t need a nigga
Ain’t got no flaws, pause, bitch look like a model picture
Ball, we gon’ buy it all, hit the mall with you
This for them niggas and them bitches been through pain with you
Get the picture?

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
Trap niggas trap in the trenches
They been fingerprinted, they all in the system
Rest in peace Sandra Bland and Michael Brown
I pray I don’t become a victim
Rest in peace Pistol Pete, nigga. I miss you
Smokin' that OG gas bag in a swisher
Drinkin' on codeine, don’t fuck with that Henny
And it’s 7% alcohol in it
Free Westside, he doin' five, that's a sentence, time ticket
Want my niggas to be free so they can just see how we livin'
That boy Freaky, he be geekin’ on them Xans, trigger itchin'
Bitch like Kim Possible from Disney, I send her on a mission
Niggas throw salt on your pimpin', they can’t wait to catch you slippin'
Tripping, burnt out niggas iggin', don’t know what these niggas sippin'
Trappin' that contraband, never run out of narcotics, drug dealer that is my nigga
Asian persuasion, caucasian, black, white, and Jamaican, I never discriminate races