Liftoff Lyrics

Hear the sax, yeah that was me tho

It's crazy just like Ceelo

Want to shoot at me like free throws

You'll get stitches just like Lilo

Speaking of stitches, I was bedded up in Elkhart

But I kept it short like I was Kev Heart

Moving on, the bass the best part

But you cannot forget

About the drums in the mix

The snare, hi-hats, and kicks

Got my initials engraved

You threw some fists at my face

But now you kissing the stage

You know it fills me with rage

So I'll leave some piss at your grave (ok)

We staying fresh, our drip drop

Yeah we dressing, big sauce

Going up, that's tip top

Yeah we bout to liftoff

Bite our flow, that's ripped off

Fronting all that big talk

You get slapped like Chris Rock

You got it backwards, Kris Kross

I deserve some respect from you foolish hoes

Cause I be dripping wet, call me Coolio

Balling down the stretch, my new name is Julio

I've been making music, it's such a miracle

Cause I'm a rapping Holy Ghost

Not to brag and not to boast

But I would like to impose a toast

To slaying down my foes

Through the thick of it, I've been navigating

And I bet you're like, shit this is agitating

I've been aggravating everyone who's been hating

They're all contemplating that they're complacent

In each other's faces, arguing about they're placement

They're all so clueless, but I know a solution

Heal your inner bruises, and clear all your pollution

Y'all looking blank, like you don't get

Almost like you didn't even listen

So when it's your turn, your urn imma piss in

We staying fresh, our drip drop

Yeah we dressing, big sauce

Going up, that's tip top

Yeah we bout to liftoff

Bite our flow, that's ripped off

Fronting all that big talk

You get slapped like Chris Rock

You got it backwards, Kris Kross

I'm bout to set off the fire alarm

Light up the booth, I'm igniting the spark

You're crazy for thinking that I am disarmed

Only see me in the night and it's dark

Stab you in the chest, put a knife in your heart

Come back in a week and I'm slicing your scars

Shoot for the moon and I'm high as the stars

BLT, you can't deny that we're hard

She call me napoleon then blow me like dynamite

I'm making em choke like my lyrics are cyanide

Bust down doors and they let me right inside

Took over the the game with my evil and vile mind

Y'all are pets to these labels, I came from the wildlife

They see me and run and they trigger their fight or flight

I guess they don't wanna find out what dying's like

You can't take me out, so quit trying to fire fight

You say you're stacking money to the roof so I came through and raised that bitch

Me and my boys won't stop this grind until one day we make it big

Just to say we did, turn this up we rage a bit

We gone keep on making hits just for the sake of it

We staying fresh, our drip drop

Yeah we dressing, big sauce

Going up, that's tip top

Yeah we bout to liftoff

Bite our flow, that's ripped off

Fronting all that big talk

You get slapped like Chris Rock

You got it backwards, Kris Kross

I get green and bread like crouton

Same thing that my crew on

It's heat when I drop a new song

I feel clean when I got the suit on

We floating on this song

Almost like we got no flaws

Cause we been lifting off

And we never gonna drop (ok)

I'm you're girls next favorite rapper

I'm the world's next worst disaster

Me and my boys, yeah we the masters

If this was a race then we already past ya

Yeah we already past ya