Migos - T-Shirt

[Intro: Quavo]
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt!

[Hook: Quavo]
Mama told me
Not to sell work.
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt!
Mama told me
Not to sell work.
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt!

[Chorus: Takeoff]
Young nigga poppin with a pocket full of cottage,
Woah, kemosabe, chopper aimin at your noggin,
Had to cop the Audi, then the top I had to chop it,
Niggas pocket watchin, so I gotta keep the rocket.

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
Neck water faucet, mockingbirds mockin,
Act' pint, stockin, nats keep thottin,
Wrist on hockey, wrist on rocky,
Lotta niggas copy, name someone can stop me.
Bitches call me papi, 'Sace that's my hobby,
Scotty on the Molly, pocket rocket from O'Reilly,
One off in the chamber, ain't no need for me to cock it,
Niggas get to droppin when that Draco get to poppin.
All I want is cottage, roll a cigar full of broccoli,
No check, want all cash, nigga, I don't do deposits,
Bitches cross the water, nigga, bitches from the tropics,
Imma get that bag, nigga, ain't no doubt about it.
Imma feed my family, nigga, ain't no way around it,
Ain't gon never let up, nigga, God said show my talent,
Young nigga with the Anna, walkin with the hammer,
Talkin country grammar nigga,
Straight out Nawf Atlanta.

[Chorus: Takeoff]
Young nigga poppin with a pocket full of cottage,
Woah, kemosabe, chopper aimin at your noggin,
Had to cop the Audi, then the top I had to chop it,
Niggas pocket watchin, so I gotta keep the rocket.

[Hook: Quavo]
Mama told me
Not to sell work.
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt!
Mama told me
Not to sell work.
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt!
Mama told you,
Mama told me not to sell work.
Mama told you,
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt!

[Verse 2: Quavo]
1995, 2005,
Seen it with my eyes, dope still alive,
Real mob ties real frog eyes,
Real whole pies, all time high.
Do it for the culture,
They gon bite like vultures,
Way back when I was trappin out Toyotas,
Imma hit the gas, 12 can't pull me over.
Space coupe, Quavo Yoda, pourin, drankin sodas.

[Verse 3: Offset]
I get high on my own, sir, heard you gon clone, sir,
Stop all that flexin, young nigga don't wanna go there.
Never been a gopher, but I always been a soldier,
Young niggas in the cut, posted like a vulture.
Divin off the stage in the crowd, it's a mosh pit,
Yeah, shawty bad but she broke ‘cause she don't own shit,
Mama asked me, "Son, when the trappin gon quit?"
I been ridin round through the city in my new bitch.

[Chorus: Takeoff]
Young nigga poppin with a pocket full of cottage,
Woah, kemosabe, chopper aimin at your noggin,
Had to cop the Audi, then the top I had to chop it,
Niggas pocket watchin, so I gotta keep the rocket.

[Hook: Quavo]
Mama told me
Not to sell work.
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt!
Mama told me
Not to sell work.
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt!

[Outro: Quavo]
Mama told you, mama told you...