Can’t Go Out Sad Migos

[Intro: Quavo]
Yeah
Talk to me
See this day and age, these young niggas getting paid

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Wrist clear, Sprite, yeah
Mike Tyson bite, yeah
Cup real dirty, yeah
Motocross bike, yeah
We don't fist fight (No)
Chopper real light
Double seal tight
This drank got me right
Piccolo green it's millions
And the old money got mildew
Kick her out 'cause she keep filming
They calling me Bob the Builder
Quavo Paul Pierce em' (Ayy)
Whip a ball, Wilson (Ayy)
Put my all in that bowl, put my all in it
I want all my dogs to win it
I want all my dogs to win it
Remember my dog was sentenced
No, no, I ain't gon' take it back to the beginning
Just get in the Benz and sit in
(Talk to em'!)
C'mon (Ay!)
(Get in there!)
(Chill!)
(C'mon!)
Standing in the trap, been a long day
Thinking bout putting insurance on my wrist and AK
Mama tired, daddy died, ain't no Real Housewives
Now it's no more crying 'cause we upper echelon
I can make a Tuesday, go up like a Saturday
I don't play where you fools play, you must be from out of state
Molly your girl dinner plate, you take her on dinner dates
Dabbing in Raf Simmons, yeah I dress the huncho everyday
Ricki Lake, wrapped up, came from Kuwait
Every day, every day, young nigga looking for bae
Got a bitch on Jimmy and she do whatever huncho say
Her boyfriend wanna be me cause I keep that shit the gangster way