TAKEOFF

(Hook) x2

Get out my face dog
I'm bout to take off
I get that loud
I blow that shit
Down by the 8th dog
All of my dogs free
They beat the case dog
Y'all wanna race
I pull up in something that cops couldn't chase dog

Verse 1

I got them papes dog
Talking that cake dog
Came off the block
Moving that rock
Shit like a baseball
All of my dogs free
And they don't take days off
Don't play lacrosse but I carry a stick and that shit will take face offs
And I'm at the top of my team
Val Krissy on the jeans
She wanna slide in the beam
Fuck do you mean?
I spent it all up in the trap
Don't give a fuck for supreme
Serving up fiends
Someone tell Frank I need more chains
Denim my leg, it says Balmane
I got some shooter that be on my team and they stay in the field like a ball game
I'm about to level up
Did It before I can do it again
I don't need any new friends..
She pop a xan like a pez
I be with the plug in the Benze
Till I lit the wrist I be chasing bands
I don't need any new friends
I don't need
I don't need
I don't need
I don't need anything
I'm watching everything
Done with the dumb shit, I'm focused on better things
I used to stand in the kitchen forever just down with that ever the cheddar bring
Settling
I just took everything off the top
In it with my pops running form the cops
Posted with the shotgun like I'm top-gun you can come and get it while it's hot

(Hook) x2

(Verse 2)

Get out my face dog ...
Time I don't waste dog ...
Only got 12 hours on the clock how much can you make dog
Talking them pesos
Bills by the Bankload
And I have no real hundred so I when and copped a couple fake jawns
And I went out
Got a couple pounds, put that down on the game
Plug said he gon get me never came and got me put that on my name
Put that on my chain, lil white gold gleaming with the rocks on it
Can't even call you opps' homie
Always talking to the fucking cops, homie don't talk to me
I'm another level I'm another breed from these dudes
Seeing every other thing only as a win on me, but they lose
I don't care about views, got non to prove
Homie I rap now
I really don't play, I be onstage homie
Till I pass out
And really really
Running it up for the bag
Promised I'd never look back
Since the moment I been born I Been bad
Sit in the Foreign the jag
Putting my foot to the floor and it's fast
With four in the back
Going on tour with my shorty and she got like all of that ass
Taking it all the way back cuz you know that we all the way strapped

(Hook) x2