Intro (Explicit) - Quality Control/Quavo/Offset/Lil Yachty

Written by：Slade/Kiari Cephus/Quavious Marshall/Miles Parks McCollum

Monsta's gon' tear it up

Feel me

Nawfside sh*t ni**a you know what I mean

Y'all thought this sh*t was over or somethin'

You know what I mean this sh*t ain't over ni**a

Chanel and Dolce Gabbana

I bought that sh*t for my mama

I stood right in front of your honor huh

When I got home ran up commas

Ooh Cartiers on look like Arthur uh

b**ch I'm your daddy your father

Who that be talkin' 'bout drama

b**ch on my mama we gonna solve 'em

I'm with Mango Foo hangin' out of the roof

Chasin' the loot never caught in the loop

Sick with the flute cook a brick in the booth

In the Mulsanne and my seat the masseuse

Throw the b**ch off of the back it's an oop

She wanna f**k the whole group

But I can't cuff her no shackles on you

We f**k and that's all that we do

Bon appétit let's eat

Ate a plate full of molly she geeked

Hachoo she sneezed

B**ch on her knees off the skis

When I f**k do not call me back please

Diamonds all white like the priest

Maison Margiela on sleeves

I'm dressin' like I'm Japanese

The doors was closed I kicked it open

I had the fire it was cocked and loaded

Stand in the kitchen with my eyes wide open

Need a gas mask it's too potent

Your ho like to f**k her p**sy smoking

The street that you walking on we control it

Quality Control this sh*t control it

Quality Control your b**ch control her

You might wanna hold your diss huh

'Cause ni**a we folding sh*t

Walk in the spot so many straps

Ni**a whose pole is this

Now the hot records I'm on it

Young ni**a you owe me this

YRN throwin' up QC

We got trap stars and we on TV TV

f**k on the system ni**a free Meek free Meek

Carats jumping off the chain 3D 3D

Whippin' up bricks in the teepee teepee

And then the braves serve J's on your street

Superstar shawty my newest b**ch super woke

Pull out that ho give her super throat

Bank account look like a goddamn Uber code

Keep it lowkey but I'm hittin' you niggas' hoes

Free my bro Nino from prison yeah

He hide the crack in the ceiling yeah

Quay bought a whip so I gotta go get one too

We coppin' whips like it's none' to do

Pour a four in a Sprite not no Mountain Dew

We hit these hoes then we switch-a-roo

I done hit everything in the city

Quay done hit everything in the city

Take done hit everything in the city

Old f**k niggas hate me huh f**k 'em

I got the kids on lock huh

She eatin' kids on spot huh

I parked the Yacht at the dock

Got a new Glock same color parking lot hoo