3 Way (intro) Lyrics - Migos

3 way 

3 way 

3 way 

Migo 

3 way 

Quavo! 

I'm attached to the stacks 

Still having big straps 

Phone tap running laps cross the map hot trap 

50,000 on craps 

Plug got that baby powder 

These niggas out here sour 

80k perform for an hour 

Should of played for the Dolphins 

Should of played for the Saints 

Nigga saying it's a drought 

Takeoff still having pints 

Still playing with that oil 

Still playing with that dope 

Might catch me on the nawf 

Still chopping it up with Bo 

I got bitches out in Florida 

Having bitches out in Georgia 

New bitch hit my phone said she wanna give me dome 

Cutting dope by Georgia dome 

High school no diploma 

Remember days on the nawf 

Now I'm quarterback a coach 

Better watch your approach when you pull up on the Chos 

Yeah my niggas having sticks 

Mama didn't raise a bitch 

Now your bitch always call my phone for motherfucking snow 

Today I just met the plug put him in the figure four 

Old Quavo might just pull up and just kick a door nigga 

Free my nigga Westside got 5 to the dope nigga 

Free my nigga Kobe got 15 to the net 

Now I got some hired shooters with the coolants on the TECs 

I don't mean no disrespect but I came for the checks 

They free'd the savage Set 

Concerts in Quebec 

Put her on the grits 

Young nigga hitting them licks 

No Label 3 

Independent signed for bricks 

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(huh-huh) Jumped off the porch 

(huh-huh) Picked up the fork 

(huh-huh) Stay with the torch 

(huh) We did this shit from the nawf 

(huh) Niggas be thinking I'm acting touch 

I'm with the shit I don't give a fuck 

Slaughter your daughter get passed to my partner we fuck her then call up an Uber truck 

Fuck it up (fuck it up) 

Fuck it up (fuck it up) 

Getting that pot do an uppercut 

Get in that pussy like cootie cutters 

Get you some money then live it up 

Pull out that stick he start hiccing up 

You see the ski start bitching up 

Stand on the stage and pipe it up 

Fucking your hoe while you wife her up 

I got the birds like Mighty Duck 

Swerve on the curb in the Bentley truck 

Fuck what you talking we pulling up 

Your face on the ground nigga pick it up 

No Label (huh-huh) 

No Label (huh-huh) 

No Label (nah) 

I'm getting my own paper 

I get your bitch and slay her 

I'm the president I'm not the mayor 

Diamonds got my body cold I got em' bout four layers 

I need a bitch that look like Drea 

Catching bricks off in the mail 

Nudie jeans 

Ice creams from Pharrell 

I'm a player 

Photos 

Came in the game 

Knock at the door 

Nobody answered had to do a kick door 

My niggas they on the same shit 

Had to tell em' what that bando was for 

I know that we not from Atlanta nigga what you think them two fingers and thumb for 

And they been hating on me since I was a lil' boy tell me something I don't know 

It's been a long road 

I put in work but no cheat code 

Pen on paper like kinko 

Never look back and won't sell my soul 

Real niggas never fold 

Say you a hundred but you told 

It's hot outside it ain't cold 

Nigga seen the draco and froze 

Nigga acting bold I'm a fuck around and wipe the pussy nigga nose 

Strip a nigga out his clothes 

Don't like it then pay what you owe 

Bigger back end at the shows 

Spanish for Telemundo 

I got the Act in the bag right now 

But I won't send you a four 

Dope dressed up in saran it look like the pope 

And get smoked from the gas bags it'll make you choke 

If you pour up, smoke or snort coke 

That what float your boat 

This No Label [?] 

Come from the goats 

(Takeoff!)