Intro - Quality Control, Quavo, Offset

Monsta’s gon' tear it up

Feel me

Nawfside shit nigga, you know what I mean

Y’all thought this shit was over or somethin', you know what I mean,

this shit ain’t over nigga

Chanel and Dolce Gabbana

I bought that shit for my mama

I stood right in front of your honor, huh

When I got home, ran up commas

Ooh, Cartiers on look like Arthur, uh

Bitch I’m your daddy, your father

Who that be talkin' 'bout drama

Bitch on my mama we gonna solve 'em

I’m with Mango Foo hangin' out of the roof

Chasin' the loot, never caught in the loop

Sick with the flute, cook a brick in the booth

In the Mulsanne and my seat the masseuse

Throw the bitch off of the back, it’s an oop

She wanna fuck the whole group

But I can’t cuff her, no shackles on you

We fuck and that’s all that we do

Bon appétit, let’s eat

Ate a plate full of molly, she geeked

Hachoo, she sneezed

Bitch on her knees off the skis

When I fuck do not call me back please

Diamonds all white like the priest

Maison Margiella on sleeves

I’m dressin' like I’m Japanese

The doors was closed, I kicked it open

I had the fire, it was cocked and loaded

Stand in the kitchen with my eyes wide open

Need a gas mask, it’s too potent

Your ho like to fuck, her pussy smoking

The street that you walking on, we control it

Quality Control this shit (control it)

Quality Control your bitch (control her)

You might wanna hold your diss (huh?)

'Cause nigga we folding shit

Walk in the spot, so many straps

Nigga whose pole is this?

Now the hot records I’m on it

Young nigga you owe me this

YRN, throwin' up QC

We got trapstars and we on TV (TV)

Fuck on the system, nigga free Meek (free Meek)

Carats jumping off the chain, 3D (3D)

Whippin' up bricks in the teepee (teepee)

And then the braves serve J’s on your street

Superstar shawty, my newest bitch super woke

Pull out that ho, give her super throat

Bank account look like a goddamn Uber code

Keep it lowkey but I’m hittin' you niggas' hoes

Free my bro Nino from prison, yeah

He hide the crack in the ceiling, yeah

Quay bought a whip so I gotta go get one too

We coppin' whips like it’s none' to do

Pour a four in a Sprite, not no Mountain Dew

We hit these hoes then we switch-a-roo

I done hit everything in the city

Quay done hit everything in the city

Take done hit everything in the city

Old fuck niggas hate me, huh (fuck 'em)

I got the kids on lock, huh

She eatin' kids on spot, huh

I parked the Yacht at the dock

Got a new Glock, same color parking lot (hoo)