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Migos - Story I Tell Lyrics

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Story I Tell by Migos (Hook)
Dope on the scale and ya neva seen it
Hundred band jugg, no ya neva hit it
Ya neva been on the road to riches
This the story I tell so ya pay attention
Cold turkey, yeah we had to eat it
So I take that pot and f**kin' beat it
Ya neva been on the road to riches
Take yo pen and yo pad cuz ya gonna need it
Trap money, me and my dogs spend it
Yo b**ch, me and my dogs hit it
Drop the head on the Bentley then fall in it
When we dropped Versace, then yall did it
They hate that we came from the Northside
Then lived in the city, got mob ties
They hate that we came in wit plenty juice
Young nigga Jack Daniels 1st day of school
(Verse)
Remember the days wit the pocket rockets
Turned the bando to a f**kin' hot pocket
Its a million dollars in the corner pocket
I just share the rock like Im John Stockton
African diamonds, Olajuwon, Houston Rockets
My niggas they gots to know all they guns
Then go about it (pac pac)
Aint no need to talk about it
Megaton trucks, it dont weigh enough
Had to take out the plug, he was switchin' up
Ya mad cuz yo label do finger f**ks
QC the label got mega bucks
Gas off in the back of the spinner bus
Say that ya trappin', really ya got tension blush?
This is the life of the Hefty bags
Ya know that them ounces dont weigh enough
(Hook)
Dope on the scale and ya neva seen it
Hundred band jugg, no ya neva hit it
Ya neva been on the road to riches
This the story I tell so ya pay attention
Cold turkey, yeah we had to eat it
So I take that pot and f**kin' beat it
Ya neva been on the road to riches
Take yo pen and yo pad cuz ya gonna need it
Trap money, me and my dogs spend it
Yo b**ch, me and my dogs hit it
Drop the head on the Bentley then fall in it
When we dropped Versace, then yall did it
They hate that we came from the Northside
Then lived in the city, got mob ties
They hate that we came in wit plenty juice
Young nigga Jack Daniels 1st day of school
(Verse 2)
Nigga, I came a long way from the Japanese dizzy
Finessin' the plug fo' his riches
Wake up in the mornin', I go grab the spatula
Walk in the kitchen and whip me a chicken
Her wrist is a Masi, my neck is a Bentley
Blue Benjamins that can pay yo tuition
Lupe said that Activis been discontinued
Double cup, a nigga still be sippin'
Got a plug out in Mississippi, wrap it up, ship it to Finley
I trap out the bando, dont trap out the trap house
And whateva ya wit, we wit it
Came a long way from that midget
Money taller than a midget
I keep the mac like a midget
Mama we made us a milli, we did it
f**k the negativity, f**k the critics
(Hook)
Dope on the scale and ya neva seen it
Hundred band jugg, no ya neva hit it
Ya neva been on the road to riches
This the story I tell so ya pay attention
Cold turkey, yeah we had to eat it
So I take that pot and f**kin' beat it
Ya neva been on the road to riches
Take yo pen and yo pad cuz ya gonna need it
Trap money, me and my dogs spend it
Yo b**ch, me and my dogs hit it
Drop the head on the Bentley then fall in it
When we dropped Versace, then yall did it
They hate that we came from the Northside
Then lived in the city, got mob ties
They hate that we came in wit plenty juice
Young nigga Jack Daniels 1st day of school
(Verse 3)
They hate that that money start comin'
And I be too fresh, I call it double mints
I was on the block, ya was on punishment
Giuseppe steppin', and my diamonds they compliments
QC my label, and thats my establishment
Supercharge my Bentley, I call it Clark Kent
Me and my niggas spread the butter, margarine
Foreign immersion, got Rarris, I cut off the engines
Now park it
Ya can catch a bullet in yo carcass
100 band juug, and ya wasn't a part
I took the plug off and we had a departure
Tellin' a story bout me, Im the author
These b**ches be choosin', they diggin' my posture
Whippin' babies, Im not talkin' bout toddlers
Simile on these deep baby ballers
Lil babies get stuck, they call me stepfather
(Hook)
Dope on the scale and ya neva seen it
Hundred band jugg, no ya neva hit it
Ya neva been on the road to riches
This the story I tell so ya pay attention
Cold turkey, yeah we had to eat it
So I take that pot and f**kin' beat it
Ya neva been on the road to riches
Take yo pen and yo pad cuz ya gonna need it
Trap money, me and my dogs spend it
Yo b**ch, me and my dogs hit it
Drop the head on the Bentley then fall in it
When we dropped Versace, then yall did it
They hate that we came from the Northside
Then lived in the city, got mob ties
They hate that we came in wit plenty juice
Young nigga Jack Daniels 1st day of school