Intro No Label II

You niggas be bitin' my style and I like it But you niggas know you weren't rapping like this Trend setter, I'm a trend setter Knockin' them out like I'm Mayweather Bando look like it's a homeless shelter She poppin' that molly like Alka-Seltzer Whippin' that dope with that terminator Wrist is spillin' dope all on my Breitling bezel My mansion got 80 acres Trap underground, they calling me Undertaker They wonder why I got the Bentley, the Fisker I put in work and dedication 50 pairs, Giuseppe steppers Maison Margiellas, they think I'm on Rocafella The kid, they call me Slick Rick I make up a script, they call me the storyteller I got the Britney, the Whitney, the Iggy, we murdered Versace like Biggie Fuck nigga we been in that Coogi, it's time to kill em' with Givenchy Red bottoms, scenes are forensic Designer frames, limited edition Pushin' one button, my roof then is missing Then put my Louboutin til' out the kitchen You turn on the radio you gon' hear every rapper tryna rap like the Migos Fuck nigga wanna clone? Been rappin' like this since No Label Fuck the fame rather be rich Been gettin' money, since No Label You waiting' for it, then here it go, intro to No Label QC, It's funny my nigga right Cause everybody wanna sound like us But they don't wanna give us the respect, right? You fuck niggas gon' learn we started this shit We the first niggas to come out the A, on that real street shit That real Northside shit, holdin' their muthafuckin' county down Not city nigga, county nigga Tell another nigga to do it like us, nigga QC the label, money on the table Migo Gang, No Label! Way back in the day nigga made No Label in a basement Young nigga got all that talent On the radio didn't have a placement Linked up with the hood OG Head Hancho, Migos Then we took over the north 20 dollars to get your song played at Flamingos Remember the days of hitting licks? Every Christmas, had to be St. Nick Payin' bills, tryna meet the rent My mama she say that she sick of it I had to go get to the Benjamin Sorry Your Honor, I'm innocent Money moves the commitment No label, my life you witnessed it From kickin' doors Taking gold What did I cash out on? I don't know I will not tell on my soul Cause Ion' know if the case closed I know that you hate that Versace went gold Now I'm walking round with a blue bankroll Independent, never ever won't fold See, I learnt the term from my nigga Biggie, right? We went from ashy to classy We went from having shit to fucking your bitch, my nigga No Label, DJ Ray G These my muthafucking brothers right here, Migo Gang What niggas you know made a million in one summer without flipping bricks? Ask your favorite rapper I bet he say us, nigga QC, the label Hah! No Label! Locked up on every mixtape Quavo told me nigga wait This is the only way we can escape I realized it when I sat down for an 8 Grandma' told me and Quavo to be patient Grandma' was a cancer patient Before she died, she sat us down, said stay together and we're gonna make it For you niggas don't know Never really sold dope But I kicked door Free my nigga Willy, mane gave him to the dough He didn't tell a soul You making me sick to my stomach I might go and vomit You niggas is cloning We not together cause you my opponent Taking our style nigga we never loaned it Labels wanna sign, that ain't on my mind Critics and blogs, you know they ain't lying Thirty thousand just to look at the time Twenty five hundred for my Louboutin Mansion Elan was our stomping ground Our money big, your money minimized Taking shots cause your buzz died Cutting the top off the Lamb' make it circumcised The world is fucked up but the strong survive Haha, name your favourite club in Atlanta, my nigga We ran that shit We turned Mansion Elan Into Migos Elan, nigga We turned up sessions, in the Migos Playhouse nigga Every strip club Our main bitch, our side bitch, her side bitch, her side bitch worked there, nigga We run this motherfuckin' city We started new Atlanta These niggas jackin' our swag, they better stand in line And pay, bitch!