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hotpocket - migos lyrics

[intro: quavo]
yo, yo, hold up man
ay skip
all these godd-mn bricks man
hurry up, put em up
there go the feds
go!

[hook – quavo]
put the bricks in the attic, hope the feds ain’t watching
sniper on the roof for you f-ck n-ggas plotting
yeah she spoiled rotten, she got chickens in her stocking
f & n on my side (fly), that’s a hot pocket
gone!

[verse 1: takeoff]
all white charger pull up with the police lights
red, blue, and white, asking questions, i’ll take flight
run back to my trap, stash them bricks off in the attic
12 hit my spot, throw saran wrap and plastic
they thought they was gon’ catch me slipping
looking and searching for chickens and pigeons
they ain’t find sh-t but a fork in the kitchen
and a couple seeds from the bags full of midget
finesse takeoff, you ain’t never catch me slipping
keep an egg beater, yeah i’m always whipping
stay with a pt, always sipping
young rich n-gga with the all gold kitchen

[hook: quavo]
put the bricks in the attic, hope the feds ain’t watching
sniper on the roof for you f-ck n-ggas plotting
yeah she spoiled rotten, she got chickens in her stocking
f & n on my side (fly), that’s a hot pocket
put the bricks in the attic, hope the feds ain’t watching
sniper on the roof for you f-ck n-ggas plotting
yeah she spoiled rotten, she got chickens in her stocking
f & n on my side (fly), that’s a hot pocket

[verse 2: quavo]
i’m whipping and whipping the chicken
the bricks in the ceiling, finesse with no feelings
the b-tches they play with the water
they splashing the work and i call em free w-lly
finessing the plug and i’m not gon stop till a young n-gga hit a milli
young n-gga with banana clip (ba bow!)
n-ggas start peeling
busting the bricks out the wrapper, i will pop you like a snapper
young goon put it on your head, they’ll eat your -ss like an apple
young n-gga and i’m sipping on mapple
i meant maple, 50 bricks to the top of skyscr-pers
my house got marijuana acres

[outro]
ay what’s happening man, you tuned in to motherf-cking brick squad radio, you tuned into migos right now, 1017 migos man, you know what i’m saying, at all times i got that hot pocket on me, all motherf-cking time, you better believe that, gon use it if you suckers take my soul, don’t you

- migos lyrics

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