Intro No Label II (feat. DJ Ray G)

Migos!
 Talk to em Takeoff
 Takeoff, Takeoff!
 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 (trend setter)
 Knockin' them out like I'm Mayweather (bap bap)
 Bando look like it's a homeless shelter (bando!)
 She poppin' that molly like Alka-Seltzer ([?])
 Whippin' that dope with the terminator
 Wrist is spillin' dope all on my Breitling bezel (bright bright)
 My mansion got 80 acres
 Trap underground, they calling me Undertaker (damn)
 They wonder why I got the Bentley, the Fisker
 I put in work and dedication (hard work!)
 50 pairs, Giuseppe steppers
 Maison Margielas, they think I'm on Rocafella
 The kids, they call me Slick Rick (why?)
 I make up a script, they call me the storyteller (damn)
 I got the Britney, the Whitney, the Iggy
 We murdered Versace like Biggie (murdered it!)
 Hannah Montana, 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 and then its missing (Porsche)
 Dope on my Louboutins just left the kitchen (Euh)
 You turn on the radio you gon' hear every rapper tryna rap like the Migos (real shit)
 Fuck nigga wanna clone?
 Been rappin' like this since No Label (been did that)
 Fuck the fame rather be rich
 Been gettin' money, since No Label (been getting that)
 You waiting for it, then here it go, the intro to No Label 2
 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 (way way back)
 Young nigga got all that talent (huh)
 On the radio didn't have a placement (no no)
 Linked up with the hood (link up)
 OG Head Hancho, Migos (OG Migos)
 Then we took over the north (north)
 20 dollars to get your song played at Flamingos (whew)
 Remember the days of hitting licks? (remember?)
 Every Christmas, had to be St. Nick (Christmas
 Payin' bills, tryna meet the rent (bills)
 My mama she say that she sick of it (mama!)
 I had to go get to the Benjamin (I had to)
 Sorry Your Honor, I'm innocent (I'm sorry)
 Money moves the commitment (money moves)
 No label, my life you witnessed it (Go!)
 From kickin' doors (Go!)
 Taking gold (Go!)
 What did I cash out on? I don't know (no no)
 I will not tell on my soul (why?)
 Cause Ion' know if the case closed (shh! Ooh what?)
 I know that you hate that Versace went gold (you hate it!)
 Now I'm walking round with a blue bankroll (hundo!)
 Independent, never ever won't fold (QC!)
 Gon!
 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 (locked up)
 Quavo told me nigga wait (wait!)
 This is the only way we can escape (only way)
 I realized it when I sat down for an 8 (realized it)
 Grandma' told me and Quavo to be patient (grandma!)
 Grandma' was a cancer patient (damn!)
 Before she died, she sat us down (sat us down)
 Said stay together and we're gonna make it (we made it)
 For you niggas don't know (you niggas don't know!)
 Never really sold dope (never)
 But I kicked door (boom)
 Free my nigga Willy Mae gave him 3 to the dome (Free him!)
 He didn't tell a soul (he didn't!)
 You making me sick to my stomach
 I might go and vomit (Uah!)
 You niggas is cloning (cloning)
 We're not together cause you my opponent (not together)
 Taking our style nigga we never loaned it (taking the swag)
 Labels wanna sign, that ain't on my mind
 Critics and blogs, you know they ain't lying (critics)
 Thirty thousand just to look at the time (30k)
 Twenty five hundred for my Louboutin (Ha)
 Mansion Elan was our stomping ground
 Our money big, your money minimized (big money)
 Taking shots cause your buzz died
 Cutting the top off the Lamb' make it circumcised (skkrt skkrt)
 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 obsessions, 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!