Migos – T-Shirt Lyrics

Migos – T-Shirt Lyrics

Lyrics to T-Shirt by Migos

[Hook: Quavo]
Mama told me not to sell work
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white)
Mama told me not to sell work
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (yeah)

[Post-Hook: Takeoff]
Young nigga poppin’ with a pocket full of cottage (ayy)
Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin’ at your noggin (ayy)
Had to cop the Audi, then the top, I had to chop it (skrt skrt)
Niggas pocket watchin’, so I gotta keep the rocket (grrah)

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
Neck water faucet, mocking birds mocking (woo)
Act pint, stocking, nats keep thotting
Wrist on hockey, wrist on rocky
Lotta niggas copy, name someone can stop me (no one)
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 (the cookie)
No check, want all cash, nigga, I don’t do deposits
Bitches cross the border, nigga, bitches from the tropics
I’ma get that bag, nigga, ain’t no doubt about it (yup)
I’ma feed my family, nigga, ain’t no way around it
Ain’t gon’ never let up nigga, God said show my talent (show it)
Young nigga with the anna, walkin’ with the hammer
Talkin’ country grammar, nigga
Straight out nawf Atlanta (nawf side)

[Pre-Hook: Takeoff]
Young nigga poppin’ with a pocket full of cottage (ayy)
Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin’ at your noggin (ayy)
Had to cop the Audi, then the top, I had to chop it (skrt skrt)
Niggas pocket watchin’, so I gotta keep the rocket (ayy)

[Hook: Quavo]
Mama told me not to sell work
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white)
Mama told me not to sell work
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (yeah)

[Post-Hook: Quavo]
Mama told you
Mama told me not to sell work
Mama told you
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white)

[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 (skrrt skrrt)
I’ma hit the gas, 12 can’t pull me over
Space coupe, Quavo Yoda, pourin’ drank in 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

[Pre-Hook: Takeoff]
Young nigga poppin’ with a pocket full of cottage (ayy)
Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin’ at your noggin (ayy)
Had to cop the Audi, then the top, I had to chop it (skrt skrt)
Niggas pocket watchin’, so I gotta keep the rocket (ayy)

[Hook: Quavo]
Mama told me not to sell work
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white)
Mama told me not to sell work
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (yeah)

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

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