Migos - Scooby & Shaggy lyrics
rate me(Intro)
New Migos!
Yaaa, damn, abracadabra
Migos! Hey!
(Hook)
I took his bitch, he mad at me
It was a mystery, Scooby Doo and Shaggy
I took the plug’s package
He was like what happened
It was a mystery, Scooby Doo and Shaggy
Scooby Doo, it was a mystery
Touchdown, goin' down in history
Sorry ya missed me, call Scooby Doo, it’s a mystery
Finessin' wit accuracy, abracadabra it’s magically
Finessin' wit accuracy, abracadabra it’s magically
(Verse: Quavo)
Finessin' the plug wit accuracy, now he after me
Got 100 Ps in the Sprinter, nigga no athlete
And I got that chicken, no Mrs. Winters
Meet the plug at the KFC and I finesse his ass after dinner
Call me Quavo the Godzilla
Red Bentley, Forgiatos on it, call it thriller
Diamonds thrill her in Manila
Fuck her from the back, I’m facin' a pillar
Ya pull up wit choppers but are ya a killer?
Mirror mirror, got a riddle fo' ya fuck niggas
What if ya get in a pickle?
If ya catch a body would ya tell on yo peer?
If ya hol' it down, keep it hunnid, ya real
Samurai sword cut the brick, Kill Bill
I trap out the mansion on Beverly Hill
RIP to Uncle Phil, fresh prince, call me Quavo Will (Will Smith)
I know that this money a blessin'
I’m thankin' the lord when I kneel
We the only niggas in the city havin' seals
Now, forreal!
(Hook)
(Verse 2: Offset)
Feelin' like Marshawn Lynch in the interview, I’m thankful
Walk in the room wit these trophies on my neck like ya in a banquet
Ya actin' like ya really tough but ya soft in the heart, ya a diamond
Lil nigga hopped off the porch, I was anxious
Just a young nigga ole niggas embraced
Juug and finesse a nigga on my faith
Juug n' then grip the pistol, say my grace
We in the jungle, my niggas go ape
Whippin' the dummy, this what I create
I fuck yo bitch while ya take her on dates
Nobody know I smash her on my lake
Talking fast to the plug, juuged him fo' eight
Stacking bricks, L.A. Clippers, call me Blake
Thanking the lord fo'my situation
Used to have bricks on the intersection
Sipping Act, daily medication
Who really real in investigations?
Ya goin' to tell becuz what ya facing
He got out of jail and they couldn’t trace it
It’s a mystery, can’t even solve the case
Don’t be that nigga put on a plate
(Hook)
(Verse 3: Takeoff)
Finesse him wit accuracy
Running wit the work, police tryin' to tackle me
Short days, long nights, trapping at the Quality Control factory
Abracadabra, work disappear magically
I’m in the kitchen whipping, it’s a tragedy
Whipping the masterpiece, then I go smoke on my balcony
My niggas and family count on me
Trapping that snow white in that van, they calling me ice cream man
I see trash bags but no trash, nigga I’m the trash bag man
I see red and white blue lights, undercover lurking in the Sedan
Start wit a cutie, break it down
Bag it up, wrap it up, that was the plan
Now I’m pitching soft and curveballs
Or I can pitch it to ya underhand
Remember trapping out of Camrys until we won Grammys
Now ya niggas cannot step on my property or my grass, feel like I’m Stanley
I took his bitch, he mad at me, fuck em fuck em, pull up on him in the alley
(Hook)
