Mixy (Explicit)

Mixy (Explicit) - Quavo/Takeoff/Summer Walker

Lyrics by：Kirsnick Khari Ball/Quavious Keyate Marshall

Composed by：Kirsnick Khari Ball/Quavious Keyate Marshall

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Oh

Oh

Oh

Murda on the beat so it's not nice

How you in the mix

But not mixy

Ooh-ooh

Yeah

How you count your blessings and don't mention me

How you count your blessings

Yeah

How many times I told you

Fix your energy

I told you

When all the love is gone

Then it's for the streets

Streets

Yeah

It'll be written in stone if it's meant to be

On God

Yeah

I put on my chains on top of links

Ice

Yeah

I put all my tings in the same room

Same room

Link 'em all together

Then they plot on me

They plot

Ooh

If you want each other

I won't blame you

Won't blame

Won't blame you

How you count your blessings and don't mention me

Ooh

That's on God

Ooh

How you in the mix

But not mixy

Yeah

When the love is all gone

Then it's for the streets

Ooh

Pick up my phone and ignore the tweets

Yeah

Yeah

Let's roll

I ain't mixy

It get tricky

Havin' a couple up in my mixy

Doin' too much

They in my business

Try to recover when n***as ain't s**t

Get this

Get this

I've been on a wave

I'm lit

I'm rich

Love it how you stack your Cubans up

That's drip

But like you and your odds

Baby

I've been movin' cold

Just picked up the phone

It's another night I ain't spendin' alone

No

It's another night I won't spend with Patrón

It's another night

Turned my heart into chrome

See

I been in the mix

But not mixy

How you count your blessings and not mention me

Ooh

Said a million times

Fix your energy

That's on God

Ooh

Fix your energy

Yeah

Mixy

Yeah

When the love is all gone

Then it's for the streets

Oh

Pick up my phone and ignore the tweets

Baby

Yeah

Yeah

Baby

Oh-woah

Takeoff

Mixin' up locations

I just bought it

I don't do leases

We be mismatchin' APs

Matchin' Van Cleef pieces

Matchin'

We gon' get nasty

Talk greasy when we know we don't mean it

Uh-uh

Mixin' your feelings with your business

Baby

Tryna get even

D**n

Ain't gotta pack none

But you goin'

I don't know where

But you leavin'

Get out

You so smart

Life is hard

But the streets say you easy

Streets

Look at my contacts

Pick your number

Brrt

Press a button and delete it

Gone

'Cause this messy

Mixy s**t done got too high for my reachin'

High

Look at this over-exaggeratin' lame n***a

He reachin'

Lame

Patek say that I got time

Baby

Give me a reason

Just one

Count your blessings and thank God and me when you speak a mention

God

It's been a minute

But I promise I got no bad intentions

Nah

That p***y mine and when you say it's over

We never finished

You know that

That's my s**t

Mine

That's my bad lil' b***h

B***h

Put that s**t on

She lit

Lit

Don't pick up the phone

She throwin' a fit

Brrt

She like to go shop at Prada and Rick

Owens

She want relations

That's a risk

Risk

I think

Might scratch her name off the list

Scratch

'Cause she too mixy

Mixy

How you gon' act like I ain't no blessin'

When I taught you all the lessons

How you count your blessings

Don't mention me

See

That's your problem right there

How you in the mix and not mixy

You got too much motion now

You're blind

When the love is all gone

When the love is all gone

Then it's for the streets