Migos - Copy Me Lyrics:
[Verse 1: Takeoff]
You rappers you wanna be thirty three still tryna copy me
Young rich ni**a only 19 and you'd better acknowledge me
F**k ni**a you spitting and rapping like this without Migos consent want apology
The labels keep talking, the critics keep writing and
All because we gettin' currency
I think it’s time for extortion
I'm killing you babies, abortion (Kidnap you ni**as my Migos will torture you)
I told you I'd rather be rich than famous
F**k ni**a this is my label
These f**k ni**as done stole so much goddamn swag, might as well sell it
The critics done said it, I might as well tell it
I'm Activist with my shirt off screaming f**k the world like Makaveli
QC the label! Solid Foundation!
Young ni**a on the block with the work to the side
Come up trapping like a fundraiser
F**k ni**a you know I'm a Migo
[?] get poked with a razor
[Hook]
Which one of my cars should I drive today? (They all foreign..)
I don't know
Which one of my hoes should I f**k today? (They all bad)
I don't know
Which one of my chains should I put on? Put 'em all on
You ni**as you know, you ni**as you know that you stealin' my flow
Whatever you with, we with it [x3]
Whatever you with, whatever you with, my ni**a we pressing, my ni**a we pressing the button
My ni**as ain't stressed they got money, whatever you with, whatever you with, you know that my ni**as we with it
[Verse 2: Quavo]
They copy the name, they copy the gang, they copy the slang (they copy my name)
Versace, Versace we brought that shit back and you ni**as is lame
We hearin' the way that these rappers is rappin' that shit not creative
What's the difference?
We some young ni**as that signed to no label
My squad is so deep in the club, your fans and your people don't notice you
All of my ni**as got diamonds, they flashin' they look like a photoshoot
I pull up in valet, the Audi got soft top but my top is bulletproof
And now they want jugg and finessin'
Now they want 'sace the necklace
At first we didn't expect it and now we expect it
At first the flow they neglect it and now they respect it
I'm thanking God for the blessing, (to not have a rat in my session)
I know that this game is dirty Smith & Wesson
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Offset]
You must got the rabies, you bitin'
You copy my swag and I like it
Young ni**a I'm for sale
Give em' hell!
Put a ni**a on a mission, young ni**a won't fail
Ya'll pussy ass rappers, these ni**as they wise
Never trap, never cap, never been in a trial
You with it, I'm with it, them hollows start spitting
These ni**as they shaking like Diddy
Gotta pay the trap on my block, extortion
80 percent of your guap
No lie, Versace, it got me a fortune
Enormous money ain't never gone stop
Woke up this morning and I played the radio
Ni**a's remedial, sounding like Radio
Them ni**as not talking just pullin yall cards
Dunk a ni**a, Vince Carter
Bullets have a ni**a dancing like Carlton
[Hook]
You rappers you wanna be thirty three still tryna copy me
Young rich ni**a only 19 and you'd better acknowledge me
F**k ni**a you spitting and rapping like this without Migos consent want apology
The labels keep talking, the critics keep writing and
All because we gettin' currency
I think it’s time for extortion
I'm killing you babies, abortion (Kidnap you ni**as my Migos will torture you)
I told you I'd rather be rich than famous
F**k ni**a this is my label
These f**k ni**as done stole so much goddamn swag, might as well sell it
The critics done said it, I might as well tell it
I'm Activist with my shirt off screaming f**k the world like Makaveli
QC the label! Solid Foundation!
Young ni**a on the block with the work to the side
Come up trapping like a fundraiser
F**k ni**a you know I'm a Migo
[?] get poked with a razor
[Hook]
Which one of my cars should I drive today? (They all foreign..)
I don't know
Which one of my hoes should I f**k today? (They all bad)
I don't know
Which one of my chains should I put on? Put 'em all on
You ni**as you know, you ni**as you know that you stealin' my flow
Whatever you with, we with it [x3]
Whatever you with, whatever you with, my ni**a we pressing, my ni**a we pressing the button
My ni**as ain't stressed they got money, whatever you with, whatever you with, you know that my ni**as we with it
[Verse 2: Quavo]
They copy the name, they copy the gang, they copy the slang (they copy my name)
Versace, Versace we brought that shit back and you ni**as is lame
We hearin' the way that these rappers is rappin' that shit not creative
What's the difference?
We some young ni**as that signed to no label
My squad is so deep in the club, your fans and your people don't notice you
All of my ni**as got diamonds, they flashin' they look like a photoshoot
I pull up in valet, the Audi got soft top but my top is bulletproof
And now they want jugg and finessin'
Now they want 'sace the necklace
At first we didn't expect it and now we expect it
At first the flow they neglect it and now they respect it
I'm thanking God for the blessing, (to not have a rat in my session)
I know that this game is dirty Smith & Wesson
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Offset]
You must got the rabies, you bitin'
You copy my swag and I like it
Young ni**a I'm for sale
Give em' hell!
Put a ni**a on a mission, young ni**a won't fail
Ya'll pussy ass rappers, these ni**as they wise
Never trap, never cap, never been in a trial
You with it, I'm with it, them hollows start spitting
These ni**as they shaking like Diddy
Gotta pay the trap on my block, extortion
80 percent of your guap
No lie, Versace, it got me a fortune
Enormous money ain't never gone stop
Woke up this morning and I played the radio
Ni**a's remedial, sounding like Radio
Them ni**as not talking just pullin yall cards
Dunk a ni**a, Vince Carter
Bullets have a ni**a dancing like Carlton
[Hook]