The track features each member of Migos rapping their own unique brand of braggadocio, using a stop-and-start flow. In the chorus, Quavo interpolates lyrics from late Atlanta legend Shawty Lo’s verse on “I’m Da Man” by D4L.
T-Shirt
Migos Lyrics
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Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white)
Mama told me (aye) not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (yeah)
Young nigga poppin' with a pocket full of cottage (ay)
Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin (ay)
Had to cop the Audi, then the top I had to chop it (skrt skrt)
Neck water faucet (water), mocking birds mocking (woo)
Act pint, stocking (act), nats keep thotting (nats)
Wrist on hockey (hockey), wrist on rocky (Rocky)
Lotta niggas copy, name someone can stop me (no one)
Bitches call me papi, (bitch!), 'sace that's my hobby ('sace)
Scotty on the molly, pocket rocket from O'Reilly
One off in the chamber, ain't no need for me to cock it
Niggas get to droppin' when that Draco get to poppin'
All I want is cottage, roll a cigar full of broccoli (Cookie)
No check, want all cash, nigga I don't do deposits
Bitches cross the border, nigga, bitches from the tropics
I'mma get that bag nigga, ain't no doubt about it (yup)
I'mma feed my family nigga, ain't no way around it (family)
Ain't gon' never let up nigga, God said show my talent (show it)
Young nigga with the Anna, walkin' with the hammer
Talkin' country grammar nigga
Straight out nawf Atlanta (nawf side)
Young nigga poppin' with a pocket full of cottage (ay)
Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin (ay)
Had to cop the Audi, then the top I had to chop it (skrt skrt)
Niggas pocket watchin', so I gotta keep the rocket (ay)
Mama told me (aye) not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white)
Mama told me (aye) not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (yeah)
Mama told you
Mama told me (mama) not to sell work
Mama told you
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white)
1995 (nineties) 2005 (two-thousands)
Seen it with my eyes (seen it), dope still alive (dope)
Real mob ties (mob), real frog eyes (frog)
Real whole pies (woah), all time high (high)
Do it for the culture (culture)
They gon' bite like vultures (vulture)
Way back when I was trappin' out Toyotas (skrr skrr)
I'mma hit the gas (gas), 12 can't pull me over (12)
Space coupe, Quavo Yoda, pourin', drankin' sodas
I get high on my own sir, heard you gon' clone sir
Stop all that flexin', young nigga don't wanna go there
Never been a gopher, but I always been a soldier
Young niggas in the cut, posted like a vulture
Divin' off the stage in the crowd it's a mosh pit
Yeah shawty bad but she broke 'cause she don't own shit
Mama asked me "son, when the trappin' gon' quit?"
I been ridin' 'round through the city in my new bitch
Young nigga poppin' with a pocket full of cottage (ay)
Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin (ay)
Had to cop the Audi, then the top I had to chop it (skrt skrt)
Niggas pocket watchin', so I gotta keep the rocket (ay)
Mama told me (aye) not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white)
Mama told me (aye) not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (yeah)
Mama told you, mama told you
In Migos's song T-Shirt, the lyrics describe the life of a young hustler living in a world filled with violence, drugs, and money. The opening lyrics state "Mama told me not to sell work," indicating that despite his mother's wishes, the singer is involved in selling drugs. The reference to "seventeen five, same color T-shirt" implies that he sells cocaine for $17,500, and he wears the same white T-shirt every day to signify his status as a drug dealer.
The second verse continues to describe the singer's hustle, with references to the chopper aimed at his enemies and his need to keep a pocket rocket at all times for protection. The chorus repeats the warning from his mother against selling drugs, but the singer seems determined to continue on this path to make money for his family. The lyrics also reference the hip-hop group's Atlanta upbringing and their loyalty to the trap culture.
The song's overall message appears to be about the struggles of growing up in poverty and the pressures teens face to provide for their families, even if it means participating in dangerous and illegal activities. The lyrics provide a glimpse into the harsh realities of life in the trap and the importance of family and loyalty in these communities.
Line by Line Meaning
Mama told me (aye) not to sell work (mama)
My mother warned me about the dangers of selling drugs
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white)
The price of my drugs is $17,500 and my T-shirt is always white
Young nigga poppin' with a pocket full of cottage (ay)
I'm a successful young man with a lot of money in my pocket
Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin (ay)
I have a gun pointed at you and I'm ready to use it
Had to cop the Audi, then the top I had to chop it (skrt skrt)
I bought an Audi car and had to modify the roof
Niggas pocket watchin', so I gotta keep the rocket (glaw)
People are keeping an eye on my wealth, so I need to protect myself with a gun
Neck water faucet (water), mocking birds mocking (woo)
I'm wearing expensive jewelry and people are copying me
Act pint, stocking (act), nats keep thotting (nats)
I drink from a pint of Actavis and girls are always hitting on me
Wrist on hockey (hockey), wrist on rocky (Rocky)
My wrist looks like an ice hockey rink, filled with diamonds like Rocky's ring
Lotta niggas copy, name someone can stop me (no one)
Many people try to emulate me, but no one can stop my success
Bitches call me papi, (bitch!), 'sace that's my hobby ('sace)
Women call me daddy and I like to spend my money on designer clothes
Scotty on the molly, pocket rocket from O'Reilly
I'm using drugs and carrying a gun
One off in the chamber, ain't no need for me to cock it
There is already a bullet in the gun, so I don't need to cock it
Niggas get to droppin' when that Draco get to poppin'
People run away when I start shooting a Draco gun
All I want is cottage, roll a cigar full of broccoli (Cookie)
All I want is money, and I smoke a cannabis cigar
No check, want all cash, nigga I don't do deposits
I only accept cash payments, I don't like using banks
Bitches cross the border, nigga, bitches from the tropics
Women come from other countries to be with me
I'mma get that bag nigga, ain't no doubt about it (yup)
I'm going to make money no matter what
I'mma feed my family nigga, ain't no way around it (family)
I work hard to support my family
Ain't gon' never let up nigga, God said show my talent (show it)
I will never give up, I believe God wants me to show my talent
Young nigga with the Anna, walkin' with the hammer
I have a gun and I'm proud of it
Talkin' country grammar nigga, Straight out nawf Atlanta (nawf side)
I speak with a Southern accent, and I come from North Atlanta
1995 (nineties) 2005 (two-thousands)
I've seen the evolution of hip-hop since the 90s
Seen it with my eyes (seen it), dope still alive (dope)
I've witnessed drug dealing and it's still happening
Real mob ties (mob), real frog eyes (frog)
I have connections with the mafia and people who betray me have frog eyes
Real whole pies (woah), all time high (high)
I have a large quantity of drugs and it's the most I've ever had
Do it for the culture (culture)
I'm doing this for the hip-hop culture
They gon' bite like vultures (vulture)
People will copy my style like vultures feed on a carcass
Way back when I was trappin' out Toyotas (skrr skrr)
I used to sell drugs out of a Toyota car
I'mma hit the gas (gas), 12 can't pull me over (12)
I'll speed away from the police and they won't catch me
Space coupe, Quavo Yoda, pourin', drankin' sodas
I have a fancy car and enjoy drinking soda with Quavo as if he's Yoda
I get high on my own sir, heard you gon' clone sir
I enjoy using drugs and I heard that you're trying to be like me
Stop all that flexin', young nigga don't wanna go there
Stop showing off, because I don't want to fight
Never been a gopher, but I always been a soldier
I've never been a follower, I've always been a leader
Young niggas in the cut, posted like a vulture
My friends are hiding and waiting like vultures for a chance to make money
Divin' off the stage in the crowd it's a mosh pit
I'm jumping into a crowd and starting a mosh pit at my concert
Yeah shawty bad but she broke 'cause she don't own shit
The girl is attractive but poor because she doesn't have anything of her own
Mama asked me "son, when the trappin' gon' quit?"
My mother wants me to stop selling drugs
I been ridin' 'round through the city in my new bitch
I'm driving around the city with my new girlfriend
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, ST MUSIC LLC
Written by: BRANDON RACKLEY, JAMES BERNARD JR ROSSER, KIRSNICK BALL, TREVON CAMPBELL, KIARI CEPHUS, QUAVIOUS KEYATE MARSHALL
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@CUFBOYS
RIP TAKEOFF BRO THIS SONG IS A CLASSIC
@thelazyy1
May his soul rest in piece 😔
@anonymuzz5102
@1:39 "Name someone [that] can stop me? NO ONE!" 🚀RIP 🌟
@srngo870
RIP 🤍 takeoff
@BossM4n2308
@@anonymuzz5102 Bitches call me papi 😭
@glitbow7630
@@anonymuzz5102 well someone did technically stop him
@AlexToproll
Rest In Peace Take Off 😢🙏
@DRACOFURY
🫂
@Amanda12124
He said he gon feed his family Def did that
@Nutella77799
No worries, you're not the only listening to this masterpiece in 2024 and beyond.