Song ‘Messy’ Lyrics – Quavo & Takeoff

Quavo and Takeoff Lyrics

‘Messy’ is the 12th track on Quavo and Takeoff’s joint album, Only Built For Infinity Links, we’ve put together the official lyrics to the song, read it below.

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Quavo & Takeoff – Messy Lyrics

Intro: Takeoff
Yeah
(DJ Durell)
They thought we forgot
We ain’t forget

Chorus: Takeoff
Don’t let that broke bitch in ’cause she too messy (Bitch)
Who the fuck them broke boys with? Get out my section (Get out my section)
Just pulled a muscle, goddamn, too much flexing (Damn)
Caught ’em in traffic on an accident, we pressing (Got ’em)
Smoking zaza every second I be stressing
If you ain’t tryna beat ’em, fuck it, won’t you stretch ’em? (Do that)
They wiped his nose for that tissue, God bless him (Wipe it)
I dropped a four of purp’, I call that shit Chris Webber (Drank, Takeoff)

Verse 1: Takeoff
I know you niggas wanna be me, but it’s levels (Bitch)
I got the gang tatted on me, that’s forever (Gang)
Wanna know my moves and all my spots, but I move clever (Move)
Wanna know my stash, how much I got, but I ain’t gon’ tell ’em (Uh-uh)
Push it, push it, running through it, get that bag, come on (Go)
Titanic yacht, big enough for all my niggas to jump on (Come on)
I know she came with you, but she lookin’ for me to go home (Me)
Rollie discontinued like the drank I used to sip on

Interlude: Takeoff
And that’s Act’, nigga
Not Wock’
Not Quagen
Not red

Chorus: Takeoff & Quavo
Don’t let that broke bitch in ’cause she too messy (Bitch)
Who the fuck them broke boys with? Get out my section (Get out my section)
Just pulled a muscle, goddamn, too much flexing (Damn)
Caught ’em in traffic on an accident, we pressing (Got ’em)
Smoking zaza every second I be stressing
If you ain’t tryna beat ’em, fuck it, won’t you stretch ’em? (Do that)
They wiped his nose for that tissue, God bless him (Wipe it)
I dropped a four of purp’, I call that shit Chris Webber (Drank, Huncho)

Verse 2: Quavo
I’m the Huncho, bitch, I’m ’bout my cheddar (Quavo)
Lil’ ho keep goin’ out sad, lil’ bitch, do better (Bitch)
She want me to hit it, put my blicky on the dresser (Glocky)
Feeling brilliant just like Elon, popped a Tesla (Pop it, go)
You ain’t got no motion, you can’t stand up in my section (Get out)
I said, “Caresha, please” (Soo) ’cause she too messy (Please)
Bitch fucked my dog behind my back, but I ain’t stressing (Not at all)
You wanted the gang, you should’ve just said it, we would’ve blessed it (Should’ve just said it)
Now shit got messy (Uh)
Smoking exotic shit with an exotic bitch (Exotics)
Geeking, I’m bringing all kind of narcotics with me (Narcotics)
Got guns on the table, I’m like, “Who fire this is?” (Who?)
This bitch got past security, I’m like, “Who let her in?” (Gang)