Quavo & Takeoff – Messy (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Quavo and the now late Takeoff, some days ago, unveiled the “Messy” music video. The piece of music was produced by DJ Durel, Cloud & Phil2k. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the track.

Quavo & Takeoff Messy

Though the Migos might be done for good, Quavo and Takeoff’s latest effort together certainly doesn’t disappoint. Only Built For Infinity Links dropped earlier this month and fans have praised Quavo and Take’s delivery and chemistry on the project, even as they made headlines. “Messy,” specifically, became a talking point after Quavo seemingly references his split from Saweetie and rumors that she may have had an affair with someone within his camp.

On this, they delivered the official music video for the show, which briefly showcases Quavo and Takeoff’s acting chops. The two wake up in a car where Quavo revealed that he had a bad dream. From there, the two embark on a journey through a haunted house, which is only fitting for a Halloween release. The two encounter chaotic and spooky scenarios throughout the video.

Unfortunately, Takeoff is no longer physically with us as he was shot and killed early Tuesday in Houston, Texas. May His soul rest in peace.

Quavo & Takeoff – Messy (prod. DJ Durel, Cloud & Phil2k)

7 October 2022. 1 Song, 3 minutes. Quality Control Music/Motown Records; ℗ 2022 Quality Control Music, LLC, under exclusive license to UMG Recordings, Inc.

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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 flexin’ (Damn)
Caught ’em in traffic on an accident, we pressin’ (Got ’em)
Smokin’ zaza every second I be stressin’
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, runnin’ 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 flexin’ (Damn)
Caught ’em in traffic on an accident, we pressin’ (Got ’em)
Smokin’ zaza every second I be stressin’
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)
Feelin’ 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 stressin’ (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)
Smokin’ exotic shit with an exotic bitch (Exotics)
Geekin’, I’m bringin’ 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)

[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 flexin’ (Damn)
Caught ’em in traffic on an accident, we pressin’ (Got ’em)
Smokin’ zaza every second I be stressin’
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)