Quavo & Takeoff – Messy Lyrics

Messy

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"Messy." - Quavo & Takeoff

Monday, 19 October 2026, 04:00 am

Album: Only Built For Infinity Links

Track No: 12

Yeah
(DJ Durell)
They thought we forgot
We ain't forget
Don't let that broke bitch in 'cause she too messy
Who the fuck them broke boys with? Get out my section
Just pulled a muscle, goddamn, too much flexin'
Caught 'em in traffic on an accident, we pressin'
Smokin' zaza every second I be stressin'
If you ain't tryna beat 'em, fuck it, won't you stretch 'em?
They wiped his nose for that tissue, God bless him
I dropped a four of purp', I call that shit Chris Webber
I know you **** wanna be me, but it's levels
I got the gang tatted on me, that's forever
Wanna know my moves and all my spots, but I move clever
Wanna know my stash, how much I got, but I ain't gon' tell 'em
Push it, push it, runnin' through it, get that bag, come on
Titanic yacht, big enough for all my **** to jump on
I know she came with you, but she lookin' for me to go home
Rollie discontinued like the drank I used to sip on
And that's Act', ****
Not Wock'
Not Quagen
Not red
Don't let that broke bitch in 'cause she too messy
Who the fuck them broke boys with? Get out my section
Just pulled a muscle, goddamn, too much flexin'
Caught 'em in traffic on an accident, we pressin'
Smokin' zaza every second I be stressin'
If you ain't tryna beat 'em, fuck it, won't you stretch 'em?
They wiped his nose for that tissue, God bless him
I dropped a four of purp', I call that shit Chris Webber
I'm the Huncho, bitch, I'm 'bout my cheddar
Lil' ho keep goin' out sad, lil' bitch, do better
She want me to hit it, put my blicky on the dresser
Feelin' brilliant just like Elon, popped a Tesla
You ain't got no motion, you can't stand up in my section
I said, "Caresha, please" (Soo) 'cause she too messy
Bitch fucked my dog behind my back, but I ain't stressin'
You wanted the gang, you should've just said it, we would've blessed it
Now shit got messy
Smokin' exotic shit with an exotic bitch
Geekin', I'm bringin' all kind of narcotics with me
Got guns on the table, I'm like, "Who fire this is?"
This bitch got past security, I'm like, "Who let her in?"
Don't let that broke bitch in 'cause she too messy
Who the fuck them broke boys with? Get out my section
Just pulled a muscle, goddamn, too much flexin'
Caught 'em in traffic on an accident, we pressin'
Smokin' zaza every second I be stressin'
If you ain't tryna beat 'em, fuck it, won't you stretch 'em?
They wiped his nose for that tissue, God bless him
I dropped a four of purp', I call that shit Chris Webber

Writer(s): Aaron Raj Tanarasoo, Daryl McPherson, Kirshnick Ball, Philipp Lindworsky & Quavious Keyate Marshall.

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