Migos - Origin lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

So what part of Atlanta y'all from?

From the north side? Uh, yeah

Every show get crazy and crazy

We growin' and growin' every, every, every time at a show

(Hook)

Disrupted the game, the industry was shook up

Three young rich niggas, neva did a push up

Ya want the origin of the flow, ya betta shut the fuck up

And listen up, to what the Migos bout to cook up

(Verse: Quavo)

We killed the Versace, we went to Bahamas, shout out to the islands

Mamas and daughters takin' a picture wit me & they smilin'

Charlemagne say the gang Donkey of the Day

Billboard magazine, 45K

Word on the street they say the Migos warranted

But they can't find the Migos, so they bite the recordings

When ya ask fo' a show, can ya seriously afford it

Check my schedule, itinerary loaded of course

Check my dab, it's priceless

And my niggas is righteous

I don't got no type, but I luv to fuck Pisces

The chains on my neck, I might get arthritis

YRN Tha Album first album goin' diamond

Got my mama a Benz, just to show her I'm grindin'

Green dots in the pen but I hate the confinement

When Offset got out of jail he ate a bowl of hundreds

Dropped the Rich Nigga Timeline & we was crossed the country

(Hook)

(Verse 2: Offset)

Skrrt, cook up, great, he shook up

I'm trapping the white, they cook up

My niggas got grenades and bazookas

On the private jet we smokin' up in it

100.000, got a pick up in India

Headed to locker, we changed the millennium

Thirty thousand for a walk thru' minimum

Snakes in the grass start spinnin' out venom

That come wit the territory when a nigga winnin'

Teddy Winters on the sprinter ya don't need to see the semis

The block say I need to calm down, fuck a image

Yo CEO a buster and my CEO a hustler

Chopper sound like percussion, run up on me repercussion

Came from nothin', came home wit a half a million, hurt my stomach

I'm takin' good care of my kids but they mamma get nothin'

And if ya think its wrong this ain't the right song you're bumpin'

Welcome to the jungle, lions, elephants & monkeys

Neva see me lonely, best believe nina on me

Stuffed crust, my pocket walkin' wit a fifty on me

(Hook)

(Verse 3: Takeoff)

Pyrex pot on the stove, take they eggbeater cook up

They lookin' fo' the origin, wanna know how did we make this shit up

Came in there right & we fuckin' it up

Jump off the banana boat, call me King Tut

Niggas be bitin' our swag I tried to switch it up

But these niggas still don't get enough

Niggas wit attitude don't give a fuck

Young nigga flexin' neva did a push up

Migo flow everybody wanna look it up

Every ten years it's on my story bro

I bet ya listen up, ya don't got to like it

Yo favorite rapper he be bitin' it

When I step in the booth, its a moment of silence

I bet yo bitch she get excited

When I'm doin' show my front end & that back end be enormous

I need a double cup wit my back wood when I'm on stage performin'

Can't get in my tour bus bitch, ain't tryin' to fuck, it's only 5 in the mornin'

I got some Dominican bitches that suckin' and fuckin' and back to the origin

(Hook)