Lyrics Bars Into Captions – Quavo & Takeoff
Welcome to Atlanta, baby, it’s bigger than magic
Where young n**gas pull up Lambo’ trucks and still trappin’
Only place where you can pull up a bad b**ch in traffic
Try to get that file on you
Won’t catch me lackin’
I put that s**t on, lil’ n**ga, this that real fashion
Now every time they see the Huncho, they like, Shawty, happen
We too player with the ball, babe, we all passin’
At the hour, wall-to-wall, she a hooker savage
Yellow, gold ropes lit, lookin’ for the karats
Havin’ motion, havin’ too emotion, we too active
Turn my savage up
N**ga ’cause the streets get nasty
When P signed me, I see millions in the garbage bag
Just like Diddy in my city, makin’ them bands, can’t quit
Then put a Rollie on his wrist, said I was cookin’ some grounds with
Think I’m bulls**t
Come down to the city and it’s lit
All these h*es thick
We gon’ f**k ’em all and get rich
So don’t worry ’bout a b**ch and get your bag, lil’ baby
When you see this couple cup, you got to know that it’s muddy
And I ain’t goin’ for nothin’
Unless she goin’ for somethin’
And she ain’t gon’ for nothin’
Unless she goin’ for money
Now this her first time in Atlanta
Bounce that a*s for the camera
With your hammer
You know it ain’t s**t sweet off in Atlanta
This the city
You know this where the trappers turn to rappers
Don’t tolerate no cappers
Turn these bars into captions
And we are
Creature through that come from another planet
The rocket ship take off, I’m ’bout to land it
I gotta stick the switches, automatic
Ain’t never average, keep that s**t in the attic
Don’t tell me lies
Look at your neck, your chest, your breasts
Tell me everythin’ that’s on your nasty mind
Your friends be tellin’ me that you tellin’ ’em ’bout the D
You ridin’ your tank on E, so how you drive
I love who you are
Hate that you can’t
You’re so Anne Franck
Let’s take a trip to Greece and hide out for a week
She got a body, petite physique
I went and got me a new Phillippe
I’ma make your car skeet-skeet
She ain’t gotta rap her hair up in my silk sheets
Smash and hit the bar like what the lick read
Brand new AP straight out the factory
When I’m on stage at my shows, b**ches, they grabbin’ me
Yeah, I’m rockin’, they callin’ me Takeoff
How you passin’ me
You barely see me
But if you do, somebody ask for me
He in the ‘Cat, I’m in the ‘Gatti
This s**t ain’t fast than me
If I pay her rent and get her a bag, she give the cat to me
So quit worryin’ ’bout a b**ch and get your bag, lil’ baby
When you see this couple cup, you got to know that it’s muddy
And I ain’t goin’ for nothin’
Unless she goin’ for somethin’
And she ain’t gon’ for nothin’
Unless she goin’ for money
Now this her first time in Atlanta
Bounce that a*s for the camera
With your hammer
You know it’s just sweet off in Atlanta
This the city
You know this where the trappers turn to rappers
Don’t tolerate no cappers
Turn these bars into captions
Infinity…
➤ Written by Quavo & Takeoff
Album: Only Built For Infinity Links
Produced by Buddah Bless
Quavo | Takeoff | 2022
