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Quavo - Tim Westwood Freestyle lyrics

[First instrumental]

One man, honcho
Truck load, ammo
All black, suit and tie, don't move in camo
Gloves on, no Evie
Trigger finger forever ready
One man, one machete
Out the jungle, turn you to spaghetti

n***a be acting like they are so real
I pull out that chopper let 'em n***as see how it feel
Sippin' on actavis, you know how I live
Mansion acre got a hunnid M's

Migo my family
We got some unity
Believe in loyalty
Hit you with choppas, f** with the quarter be
We got more currency
We got more diamonds
Look at them diamonds
Shinin', they shinin'
Make your b**h blind man
We is so stupid

Migo Bands came with a whole lot of gold
Bankroll got the b**hes bad on the pole
Pull up to the club, I let it go let it go
They call me young Quavo throw, young Quavo throw

We get ignorant in the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones

Throwing them hunnids we f** them whole by the firm

Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones

Choppa longer than an arm
Blow you up--

[Takeoff (Quavo)]
(Ring the alarm)
Ring the alarm
(Ring the alarm)
My n***a got bombs, trap out of farms

Ooh Bust and rollin' my arm
Bust and rollin' my pinky
Ooh Pulling up what's in yo cup
Ooh sippin' it's pinky

Ooh Look at my pinky
Look at my pinky and its winkin'
Got yo b**h blinkin'
She s**in' f**in' the semen

s**in' and f**in'
I call her big pinky

What you looking at
What you copying
What you mimickin'? Migo flow
Pull up in the Lamborghini drop the top
I'm hella fidget and I f** they ho

Hold up we getting warmed up
Just like my Chevy T- top
SS pull up, took your ho
Fresh and press

Thanking the lord cuz a n***a blessed
Keep the 4.5 p**y n***a, so do not test

50 thousand on my motherf**in' neck
n***a tryna take my chain in DC
I had to leave his a** wet
We ain't gon' speak on that
All black sh**

Tell the truth
Migos my family, so n***a f** you

[Second instrumental]

[Intro: Quavo, (Takeoff) & Offset]
Okay! (free my boy! free Bobby!) you know that Shmigo all the way (free Rowdy!) Shmigo! (Shmigo Gang!)

You know what it is
Free the Shmigo gang, them my posse yeah

And we take your ho
Pull up in the Lamborghini with that big .44
Young rich n***a came from the f**ing kitchen
Whippin', whippin', whippin'
Whippin', whippin', whippin'
n***as talkin' bout we ain't getting money boy that's fiction
Look at all my diamonds, and my diamonds water drippin'

With the boards on the window? b**h, that's bando
Shout-out to my n***a Bando Bo in the bando
Shout-out to my boy Takeoff he was cooking them chickens
But he graduated, now he got a whole meal ticket

Got a meal ticket, came from whippin' chicken
Yeah I come in the bando where y'all know I'm water whippin'
Servin all these junkies came from long way red monkey
Used to rock them red monkeys in the Trap House had that skunky
n***as on the block and I'm getting a lot of money
These n***as know I'm sipping seals in the Sunday

Honestly we still sipping seals, double seals
Sipping Actavis, that mud on me, now b**h, how you feel
Overseas flow, take your ho over the water
She ain't never seen a n***a say "Bonsoir"
I got left wrist and it looks like it's a clock
Oh my god! That's a Rolly wet, it's flooded with these rocks
I was selling rocks, started on the block
Now I'm overseas, I get a 50 for a walk

I got lots of money, I got lots of money
Came a long way from kicking doors and grippin' that Tommy
You might think you're funny, I was pushing onions
Looking for nothing, and now I'm f**ing something
They thought I wouldn't make it, bad b**hes hating
f** n***as hating, they contemplating
On a n***a plane, sleeping like they xans
Every time you see young Quavo, I'm having bands
Shout-out to my big brother Bandz in the Lamb
Going real crazy, doing donuts like the m...

YRN the label, ain't no motherf**ing favor
When we geeked up off that molly, we geeking just like Fabo

Pop one bean
Pop one, two, young Quavo on the scene
When I growed up I wanted to be a king

Wanted to be the king, look at my pinky ring
Look at your b**h in the kitchen, whippin' and whippin' that thing
I don't pay her nothing, won't give her a single dollar
After she cook up the chicken, she gon' come and swallow
Pa** her to my brother Quavo, Quavo pa** to Takeoff
Takeoff kick that b**h up out the house, that b**h gotta Takeoff

Free my n***a Bobby b**h
Hoes in the lobby, b**h
Ooh, diamonds look like coffee, b**h

Dreams in the 'Rari, b**h
What the f** you mean, piss on all these n***as, no sorry b**h
Lame a** square, looking at my diamonds on my wrist, it's chandelier
We hang out with boss n***as, don't hang out with queers
We gon' make them terrified, we might cut off his ear
Might cut off his neck, we don't give a f**
We doing anything for checks, bet
f** with the Tec
These n***as they acting like they really sipping on Actavis, but they sippin' Hi-Tec

Or maybe they Qualitas
Watson, ain't really sipping that
Ain't really sipping sh**, I'm sipping Actavis
Check my refrigerator, 50 pints in
I can't tell you how I got 'em, in

Hold on, check my f**ing safe
50 xans, 50 bags in, 50 bags of kush in

Change the beat up, we can go some more!

[Third instrumental]

My pinky ring look like the Georgia Dome
Tryna take it on I'ma take off your dome
Everybody see Young Quavo pullin' in the Lamb
I said it before and I'ma say it again
Big Bandz that's my friend, I ain't talking bout no motherf**in' clocks
I'm talkin' bout Benjis, in my muthaf**in sock

When I got ice drip, drip, drip
Had your b**h in the kitchen when she whip, whip, whip
Whip a n***a take a trip
Takeoff tip
Overseas a make her

Put the dope up on her lip I make her get out here
n***as know I don't f** with no queer
I'm sipping Actavis you n***as sipping beer
They looking at me cuz I'm not from round here
Christian Louboutins red bottom of a murder scene
I'm clean like Listerine
Just stepped up on the scene

[Fourth instrumental]

Rich n***a sh** we ain't worried about a b**h
All I count is Benjamins b**h

And I keep the AK with a banana clip
Graat your whole clique

And you n***as ain't never hit a lick if it ain't no kick door
Pull up on the block and I be serving all them C notes

Serving all those C notes
We got packs of the coke and indo

Remember last time we finessed that f**in migo

Finessed that flamingo yeah we finessed that flamingo
Howard D. was loyal about 50 thousand [?]

After the n***a hit the juug screaming out "bingo"
Counting all this cheese n***a like it is a cheeto

Counting all this cheese then I split it up with Lingo
Counting all this cheese then I gave it all to Lingo

Speaking on Lingo
Go get that Migo Lingo
Gotta protect my millions
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Shoutout my lil bro Lingo

YRN Lingo, YRN label
Domingo, Mango Foo
I can't forget Migo Bands
We got plenty of em
Shout out to my neighborhood crips
Shout out my GD folks
Pull up in black Lambos
Its bros over hoes
These hoes get exposed

Look at my pinky, you can tell it is froze
I'm dabbin' over here, foreign clothes

p**y n***as sweet just like some lemon
You sweet just like some lemon
And I know you gonna go to jail and you gon' turn sour just like a motherf**ing lemon

[Fifth instrumental]

She don't wanna be a freak no more, I know that ho lyin'
Look how she be lookin' at my diamonds

Ain't gon' lie that b**h fine a** hell
Ain't gon' lie that b**h like
She makes them birds sing like Patti LaBelle (Brrrrrrrrrrr!)

And shouts out to beam boom that shell

Shouts out to beam boom that shell

You gonna catch the L
Cause this gonna be hell
My n***as ducking, dodging 12
What's up Offset [?]
Shouts out to DJ Durel, give'em hell

Shout out to my manager Rel
He can book a damn show, he can book a bag in
When he going to the club, he coming out with bag in

Hold up let me thank my brother
I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for these two
They sittin' next to me they had a mill and a coupe
When I got up outta jail like a fruit loop
My diamonds hittin' off the roof (Ooh, ooh, ooh)

Smokin' on cookie
I f** with no rookies
I f** foreign b**hes
I just want p**y
I just want money, ain't nothing funny
Y'all n***as keep laughing
Chopper gone dump

[Sixth instrumental]

We gone tell'em, when it come to that walk through
Looking at my diamonds they gon' cost you

I put on Louboutins house shoes
Shoot at your n***a and your house too

When you the king, you make all the rules
And when you the king you rock all these j**els

Smokin' gas yea I blow like oom
Blowing up like a balloon

And I think your lost your mind like you took shrooms

And I think I seen your b**h in Quavo's room

Yes, you did

[?] animal yeah we takin' off to the moon
YRN the Album coming soon

[Seventh instrumental]

Can a n***a high
Can a n***a vine
Hittem with the chopper, n***a we create a flyin'

Hop out with the chopper my n***a
The trappin' happin' we can make it happin'

Happen the father my n***a stackin'
Stackin' and stackin' we got make my momma happy

Look at my diamonds shinin'
Look at your b**h she whinin'
Sangin' like one of the Winans
Pull up, young Quavo timin'
Always off cause I'm always late
Got a bad b**h I don't never wanna take a date
But my, look at my watch
She always wanna take a motherf**in' skatin'

Told that b**h wait
If you ain't tryna f** b**h, keep the f** out of my place
Gotta give me face
Peep the p**y pa** it to my partner
b**h you got erased
We get that money everyday and we live
And a n***a got two kids
We pull up in the Lamborghini, Bentley what it is
My diamonds cold like fridge

We pull in the Lamborghini flexing on a b**h
I'm f**ing your b**h
We try caressing on a b**h
Y'all n***as ain't flexing on a b**h

Fingers looking like Mayweather
Shine in any day or weather
Young Quavo they call me clever
Clever as ever
I'm the baddest that you've ever seen
Balmain f**ing jeans
Pullin' up on any scene with that chopper and that f**ing Beam

Hold up n***as do not talk to me
I'm the like the president sippin' Actavis my medicine
I'm thankin' the Lord everyday, momma say it's the reverends
And n***as be flexing, talking bout you spent this on your necklace

Talking about you in the game, y'all some [?]
We you now know, that we some veterans

Who the hell better than
We'll put it to the test
We would put anything on it
We can put anything on a bill, hundred mill

And I bet we move that sh** forreal

And if we lose we gon' take it from ya
And if we lose we gon' take it from ya

Real sh**, real spill
Hit'em with the chopper right up in the grill
I don't give a f** where the f** you live
I don't give a f** what they say about ya
We gon' pull up on ya
We gon' see ya about ya
Now your body rotting

It's three bad guys in the industry
Who the hell is them guys be
Three bad guys in the industry
Who the hell could them guys be

One of them guys is me

Woo I think one of them is me

Ooh I know one of them me

[Eighth instrumental]

Watch out with us, you can not beat us, we are undefeated
I pull up in the Lamborghini, two seated
Your b**h [?] greeted
Greeted one time I texted one time
And she come over I beat it
But I never skeeted
Never keep it we gon' leave it

Leave it to Bieber

That your picture [?]

Okay he said leave it to Bieber
Caught your b**h on cheaters
Cause she cheating with me
With me

Pull up in the Lamborghini, hurtin' they feelings
b**h you wanna f** me cause a n***a got millions
I don't give a f** bout how you're feeling
Chopper with the SK (Grow, bow, bow, bow)

This is as long as a n***a rap

[Ninth instrumental]

Pull up in the Lamb, man I took your ho
And I'm from the A, I say my name Quavo
Pull up in that Rolls, everything rose gold, fo sho
Like my money, DJ Durel, f** 12
Here they come, two feet I bail
Never got caught, never was snitch
Had a lotta bricks
Kick doors and hit licks

Then I f**ed your b**h

And she did some tricks, sittin' on my dick
Let me get it with the drop drop, ooh, ooh, ooh
I'm dabbin', dabbin' I'm the king of this dab sh**
Come through dabbin' on your b**h f** her real quick
You would never know, I would never tell a soul
Quavo walked up in the room, pa**ed her to my bro

Then I pa**ed that ho to li'l Coach
We high five, high five
We high five, high five

Switcharoo I've seen it live
Switcharoo put it on Fox 5

I'd put it on p**nhub, but she ain't got it
I smashed your ho in the 'Rari
I don't know how I did it cause the Rari's a coupe
I just got head I was just playin' with you fools

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