(Intro)
Yuh, yuh, yuh
(Chorus – Quavo)
I can, I can, I can
I will, I am gon count out them bands
I bought a brand new time piece
And it came with a bad bi**h pants
I bought a pyrex pot put it next to my wrist
And I look at it dance
Dasher, Rudolph, and Brans
Percocet, molly, and xans percy
(Verse 1 – Quavo)
Tiptoeing on the gazebo
Pulling up balling like zebo
I am conneted to kilos
Fifty gang members got Rico
Young ni**a trapped by the peep-hole
Next to gang got your
You tried to pull up with that little bowl
My ni**as pull up with that truckload
Backwards stouts, eggrolls
Ain’t having clout doing free shows
Everybody know she the cheap hoe
I’m on my bad tortitos
When I pull up it’s the Migos
Bleed til your girl keep her knees close
We shooting shots like freethrows
Money coming three ways like Cee Lo three
(Chorus – Quavo)
I can, I can, I can
I will, I am
Gon count out them bands
I bought a brand new time piece
And it came with a bad bi**h pants
I bought a pyrex pot put it next to my wrist and I look at it dance
Dasher, Rudolph, and Brans
Percocet, molly, and xans percy
(Verse 2 – Takeoff)
Codeine on top of my stand
Right there by the extra handgun
They told me I couldn’t, when I can
Drug transactions off a Samsung, brrt
I beat the pot using both arms, beat it up
I keep that drink when that drought come
Takeoff from Cuba, it’s a mile run 12
Act in my pimp cup feel like Don Juan
Never forget where you came from, no!
Preach to these ni**as like Farrakhan, preach
I teach you lil ni**as like Daniel Son
Then blow up the spot like Saddam, Hussein
I’m at the top of the renaissance
I f**k her face til it’s numb, ay
Hundred round drum
I’m in the slums, gripping some, no Grey Poupon
Uh
(Chorus – Quavo)
I can, I can, I can, I will, I am
Gon count out them bands
I bought a brand new time piece
And it came with a bad bi**h pants (woo)
I bought a pyrex pot put it next to my wrist
And I look at it dance, skrt
Dasher, Rudolph, and Brans
Percocet, molly, and xans, percy
(Verse 3 – Hoodrich Pablo Juan )
Call up Migos, work the work like the Mexicans
Similar to the OG, I’m a veteran
Breakdown the backwood fill up with cannabis
I’m on the molly, percocet, and xanax
Shoot with the chopper, might hit your granddad
We the wave, you tryna ride the bandwagon
We young rich and we been having
Long hair don’t care like I’m Lenny Kravitz
Real ni**as only you pu**y faggots
Bought a new chain, call it 20 Savage
Bricks now, used to serve crack addicts
Been with Mariah, no Nick Cannon
My young ni**a wild’n out with the cannon
Still flex on my ex bi**h she can’t stand it
20 bags from LA, they just landed
Graduated from trap school, did outstanding
Walk in the strip club like the marching band
Four rings on me
Ni**a I might not shake your hand, young rich ni**a
Mexicans strapped like a Taliban
I can hear the snake on my neck rattling
All this water like a ni**a was paddling
Hi-tech and Actavis mix up the medicine
Perc and the lean I bet you feel better then
Eating at Cheetahs, I guess I’m a gentleman
I want the plug I don’t talk to the middleman
Geeked up trapper, I need me some Ritalin
Ni**a my best friend name is Benjamin
Three bi**hes, salt pepper and the cinnamon
Still f**k the law we be bending them
No more catching bags now, we sending them
Old school dirty bird, Brian Finneran
Used to want a bag now I got ten of them
(Chorus – Quavo)
I can, I can, I can
I will, I am
Gon count out them bands
I bought a brand new time piece
And it came with a bad bi**h pants
I bought a pyrex pot put it next to my wrist
And I look at it dance
Dasher, Rudolph, and Brans
Percocet, molly, and xans, percy