[Intro: Migos] You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble, Cardo Got Wings) You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble
[Chorus: Quavo] Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads
[Verse 1: Quavo] Fresh out, outta the bed, count up the deads (Bow, bow) We heard what you said, we heard what you said If I wasn’t trappin’, I’d be wrappin’ up them bundles (Trappin’) If I wasn’t rappin’, I’d be trappin’ out the condos (Know I’m sayin’) No for real, no cap, my money long like anacondas (Know I’m sayin’) No forreal, no cap, I keep a sack like Sapp and Tucker (Sacks) If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble (Think about it) If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble (Gone)
[Refrain: Migos & Quavo] You niggas in trouble (Uh), you niggas in trouble (Ayy) No for real, no cap, my money long like anaconda (Uh) You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble You niggas in trouble (Oh), you niggas in trouble If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble You niggas in trouble (Ooh), you niggas in trouble
[Chorus: Quavo & 2 Chainz] Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads (Fresh out the bed) Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads (Count up the deads) Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed (Yeah) Uh, ooh, count up the deads (2 Chainz!)
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz] Gang bang, slang ‘caine, heroin, half a ton Purple Haze, Cam’ron Plays off a Samsung, get the job done If I go jog at night, yeah, call it a mall run You know what I did last night, ’cause I gave her all ones You niggas in trouble, rock chains by the double Got dames by the double, do everything but cuddle Might buy a bowling alley, I got money out the gutter Fully automatic, and it don’t-don’t stutter (Rra!)
[Refrain: Migos & Quavo] You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble No for real, no cap, my money long like anaconda You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble If you think about runnin’ with debt then you in trouble You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble
[Chorus: Quavo] Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads
[Verse 3: Takeoff] Hop out the bed and I’m countin’ them faces I jump out the whip and them bitches start faintin’ No 20s or 50s, just Benjamin Franklins Block on lock, call me Kurt Angle I keep the banger, my brother, my partner don’t fuck with no strangers, they tryna get famous I put the hood on my back when these niggas couldn’t do nothing but love it, but niggas still hated No they ain’t real but these niggas gon’ fake it If they got a problem, my niggas gon’ straighten it Niggas debatin’, they hatin’, they plottin’, they waitin’ They want my ice, tell ’em come take it Have people tell me that I couldn’t make it Now I’m doin’ shows outta state in the nations My momma told me I gotta stay humble But don’t be too ready, you gotta have patience
[Verse 4: Offset] Droppin’ them bangers, bangers, bangers Double cup stuffed full Texas Ranger One in the chamber I shoot a hundred round clip like Wilt Chamberlain Go to the top and I’m gon’ bring the gang in Bitch, do anything to get famous My wrist cost me a brick and it’s frigid I’m rich, but I did not let it change me Statistics say that you niggas ain’t gangsta
[Refrain: Migos & Quavo] You niggas in trouble (Uh), you niggas in trouble (Ayy) No for real, no cap, my money long like anaconda (Uh) You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble You niggas in trouble (Oh), you niggas in trouble If you think about runnin’ with debt then you in trouble You niggas in trouble (Ooh), you niggas in trouble
