Countdown Migos & Young Thug

[Intro: Young Thug]
(Ricky Racks)
Thugger Thugger
Migos Migos
Hey, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
One, two, three, and to the four
I'm a slimeball, I thought you mother fuckin' know
One, two, three, and to the four
I got lots of birdies, I'ma call up the Migos
These niggas smaller than Booty Shorts
I fucked her friend. Now, that's ludicrous
I fuck that bitch, she's a pootie-puss
I put it right in her booty-butt
These bitches playing like Toys-R-Us
I'm screamin' it, now they know it's us
If you think you're smart, it's the martyr bus
You tripping, they came on a charter bus

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Dripping sauce, teriyaki
That's them boys saying Versace
You think I'm cooking calamari, bitch I'm tryna whip a 'rari
I'm on the block like horus, beat the pot, Chuck Norris
I got more sand than the sea shore
I fuck your bitch then I board her
Put the dope in my trousers, I'm a villain, Quavo bowser
Sniper on the roof like a owl, jump in the coupe like a diver
They calling me Quavo MacGyver, oops, I mean Mick Jagger
Having dab, nigga, fuck swag
If I ain't got the chopper, hit you with the dagger
Put the pussy on a platter, lil' mama ride me like a saddle
I'ma rapper slash trapper, shooting at you pussy actors
Your trap in a drought like a cactus
I'm a superstar, look at my status
You want it, just send me the addy
Drop it off in Cincinnati