Bars Into Captions (Explicit)

Bars Into Captions (Explicit) - Quavo/Takeoff

Lyrics by：Quavious Keyate Marshall/Kirsnick Khari Ball

Composed by：Quavious Keyate Marshall/Kirsnick Khari Ball

Yeah

Quavo

Buddah Bless this beat

Welcome to Atlanta

Baby

It's bigger than magic

Where young n***as pull up Lambo' trucks and still trappin'

Skrrt

Only place where you can pull up a bad b***h in traffic

Just keep that fire on you

Baow

Won't catch me lackin'

Nah

I put that s**t on

Lil' n***a

This that real fashion

Now every time they see the Huncho

They like

Shawty havin'

Gone

We too player with the ball

Bae

We all passin'

Player

After hour

Wall-to-wall

She a hookah savage

Hookah

Yellow gold ropes lit up before' for the karats

Ice

Havin' motion

Havin' too much motion

We too active

Woo

Turn my savage up

Go

N***a

'Cause the streets get nasty

When P signed me

I see millions in the garbage bag

Su'

Just like Diddy in my city

Makin' them bands

Can't quit

Then put a Rollie on this wrist

Said I was cookin' some grounds with

Think I'm bulls**ttin'

Ooh

Come down to the city and it's lit

All these h*es thick

Woo

We gon' f**k 'em all and get rich

So quit worrin' 'bout a b***h and get your bag

Lil' buddy

Oh

Yeah

When you see this double cup

You got to know that it's muddy

Ah

Yeah

Mud

And I ain't goin' for nothin'

Go

Unless she goin' for somethin'

Go

And she ain't gon' for nothin'

Go

Unless she goin' for money

Uh

Now this her first time in Atlanta

Bounce that a*s for the camera

Where your hammer

Baow

You know it ain't s**t sweet off in Atlanta

This the city

Woo

You know this where the trappers turn to rappers

Trappers

Don't tolerate no cappers

Yeah

Turn these bars into captions

Captions

And we are

Creatures that come from another planet

Creature

The rocket ship take off

I'm 'bout to land it

Takeoff

I got a stick

The switch is automatic

Brrt

Ain't never average

Keep that shh in the attic

Let's get it

Don't tell me lies

Look at your neck

Your chest

Your breasts

Tell me everythin' that's on your nasty mind

Don't lie to me

Your friends be tellin' me that you tellin' 'em 'bout the D

You ridin' your tank on E

So how you drive

Skrrt

I love who you are

Hate that you can't

You're so Anne Frank

Let's take a trip to Greece and hide out for a week

Week

She got a body

Petite physique

I went and got me a new Phillippe

I'ma make her cunt squirt

Skeet-skeet

Splash

She ain't gotta wrap her hair up in my silk sheets

Hell

Nah

Smash and hit the block

Like what the lick read

Talk to me

Brand new AP straight out the factory

AP

When I'm on stage

And at my shows

B***hes

They grabbin' me

Get 'em

Yeah

I'm the rocket

They callin' me

Takeoff

How is you passin' me

How

You barely see me

But if you do

Somebody answer me

He in the 'Cat

I'm in the 'Gatti

That s**t ain't fast to me

Ha

If I pay the rent and get her a bag

She give the cat to me

Me

So quit worrin' 'bout a b***h and get your bag

Lil' buddy

Ooh

Ah

Yeah

When you see this double cup

You got to know that it's muddy

Ah

Yeah

And I ain't goin' for nothin'

Go

Unless she goin' for somethin'

Go

Ah

Yeah

And she ain't gon' for nothin'

Go

Unless she goin' for money

Uh

Now this her first time in Atlanta

Yeah

Bounce that a*s for the camera

Ah

Where your hammer

Baow

You know it ain't s**t sweet off in Atlanta

Yeah

Ah

No

This the city

Woo

You know this where the trappers turn to rappers

Trappers

Don't tolerate no cappers

Yeah

Turn these bars into captions

Captions

Ah

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