Takeoff ft. Ben00 & Lavway3x Lyrics

Stop playin' with these niggas

Stop fuckin' playin' with these niggas

Look, yeah, look

Smokin' jit right out the pack

Talkin' gangsta on the net

But the smackas prove em cap

All that rookie shit you doin

That's how lil' bro had got wack

I was aimin' for one nigga

But I got killers in the back

I wish a nigga come and try

I had lil' bro them on his track

I can't fuck on that lil' hoe

Because I heard that pussy bap

Keep it silent, I can't talk too much

You know them phone was tapped

That boy a bitch in real life

I had that boy runnin' them laps

Pop a perc made me feel different

Ain't no smirk up on my face

Cause I got real issues

762, so fuckin' loud

We throwin' real missiles

That boy was loafing in the car

And got deal pickled

They pop perc go to work

That's how they deal with it

Don't give a fuck about any beat

You know he still kill it

They know I'm still with it

Tellin' bro I'm hungry

I watch him pull out a real skillet

I wanna fuck a friend

I got tired

Last one was real skinny

I find out she a freak

I ain't stingy

I put my friend in it

And some might be police

I got guys that are still chance

Get it dope money

You don't spin it

You just bend it

Got muscle or I got like

Pop out by my spin it

All day on the block

I'm tryna get it up top

Let a nigga try to play

And I fold a nigga block

A.R.P. got it, boom

Grabbed a K, he outta shoes

Make our rounds and gun him down

Roll him up, he out the pound

Lord, this shit, the gift

He actin' real like 60 pounds

Seven, eight, nine, ten

Seven, eight, nine, ten

Five, four, three, two, one