Takeoff ft. Filmer Lyrics

I'm ready to takeoff

Nigga talk tuff then we blowing his face off (Bow bow)

All this cake got us having a bake off

I stay in the field like I play in the playoffs (Uh)

All this had work on God it's gone pay off

My choppa is sick nigga that's why the drake cough

These niggas be pussy they flake off

My future bright like I'm taking my shades off (Damn)

Smoke the pop while we rap in the stu (Yeah)

Get the bag and we stack it on boo

In the roadster we slide in the coupe (Shh)

Down to catch a lil body or two (Bow)

Down to catch a little body or four (Four)

Couple shooters that stay by the door (Two)

Extra mags man they up and reload (Bow bow)

Ten bands and they slide on the low (Skrt)

He said that he making it ten

We gone skirt off tires scratching hop in a Benz (Skrt)

Track hawk is so loud and so fast when I'm hitting the gas I get lost in the wind (Huh huh)

She childish she act like a kid so fuck the bullshit imma hop on her friend (On God)

This the last you gone hear us so cut the beat off man you already know this the end

You thought we was done but we got some more of that

If you want beef we outside (Door-dash)

If you wanna step we outside (Doormat)

If you wanna flex we outside (More cash)

Hop in the tesla no keys and it's tinted

I scratch off the lot check the tag it ain't rented (Damn)

I got a bad bitch bend her over and drill it

These niggas they hate us we stand on the business (On God)

I know that I'm golden I will not retrieve her

I hit her one time imma smash her and leave her

On YouTube I'm blowing up just off the meter

Man Cuda take over I need me a breather (Uh)

Now that I'm back imma be talking my shit

Remember the time I ain't never had shit

Look like a bum but you know that I'm rich

Look at the gang man you know that we lit (Let's go)

I don't gotta keep guap in my pocket

To show these lil niggas they know I'm legit (I'm him)

I stay in the A I feel like El Chapo

The way I'm controlling this shit (Ahh)

I play the nice guy you push the wrong button

We ending up blowing this bitch (Boom boom boom)

Niggas be watching watching my life

I might just go and start me a twitch (Yeah)

Imma hit from the back have her screaming (Ahh)

Off the molly she booted she geeking

Imma fuck the bitch then hit the griddy her nigga keep calling

Ain't know she was cheating (Damn)

Like Serena you know we bring racks in

Spent a five got a double bring back ten (Bands)

Crazy money people think we trapping (Damn)

Face down love to see how that back bend (Yeah)

Back bending she lowkey an acrobat (Okay)

She a blunt so you know that we passing that

Nigga I'm sober so don't even pass me that (Bruh)

My bad gang you know that this rap is cap (My bad)

You good they know that we capping too (On God)

Going crazy it's the first time up in the stu (On God)

We top two and on God we ain't number two (On God)

You on top nobody can fuck with you