Too Blessed Rich The Kid, Quavo & Takeoff

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[Intro: Quavo]
Durel made the beat, I'ma rock with it
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh

[Chorus: Quavo]
Running the streets, just flex (Flex)
My gang, they having baguettes (Gang)
Carats around my neck (Ice)
Bad bitches taking X (X)
The checks, is nevertheless (No)
We too blessed (Blessed)
Never possess (No)
It ain't no stress (Go)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Somebody fire up the jet (Su)
Somebody dying to flex (Dying)
Bitches, they dying to catch (Dying)
Me, I ain't got time to rest (No)
Swinging that choppa, the best (Rah)
We can play Russian Roulette (Bow)
The way that I move, chess (Move)
It's a hundred blue racks and no bet (Racks)
The way that I send off a home base, I should play with the Mets (Mets)
Giving my niggas they own place, then they trap gon' be lit (Trap)
Put the fins on the side of the whip (Skkr)
Whip the rims, I'm riding legit (Skkr skkr)
With the sack in my pocket to flip (Sack)
You fuck with my pockets, get dipped (Dip)