Takeoff

[Intro: will.]
I just rolled me up a blunt, now I'm gone (now I'm gone)
I just pushed the button and I'm gone (and I'm gone)
I'll be making hits, I'll be on (I'll be on)

[Chorus: will.]
Takeoff, takeoff, takeoff
Today I might just take off
Takeoff, takeoff, takeoff
Smoke me one then take off
Takeoff, takeoff, takeoff
Today I might just take off
Today I might just miss calls
Hop in the whip then skrt off

[Verse 1: will.]
Takeoff, takeoff, takeoff
Today I might go play golf
Buy some snacks and then fall asleep
I'm wide awake, but I'm in a dream
Ferris Bueller, I might dip out
Recording records all in the house
I wanna tour bus with an endless route
Hide the cash all in the couch
Take a picture when you see me 'round
'Cause today I might just take off
Leave and I might not see y'all
Ignore the phone when she calls
Ray Charles, I can't see y'all
Flow wavy, I'm so gone
Sound wavy, I'm so on
Make a mil' off of pronouns
And I've been dope since "Profound"
Smokin' tree in the back lounge
This my day off, boy I'm kicked back
Countin' cash while I'm killing tracks
City know me like a running back
Taking off because I'm stating facts
Ginobili boy, I left with that
Tryna chill with girls and maybe cop some clothes
Take a nap and then roll some dope
Can't see inside I got the tint on it
Box the car, I need a ribbon on it
28 inside my glove compartment
Smoking dope in my friends apartment
Boss is pissed, this is twice this week
Came in late and I smell like weed
Blunt wraps in my lunch box
I hope this shit here takeoff
My mother need a new watch
Voicemails in my inbox
Work all night, it don't stop
I been killin' shit since I was just a kid
Start with nothing then I made it big
Turn my words all into cash
Takeoff shit, I gotta blast

[Chorus: will.]
Takeoff, takeoff, takeoff
Today I might just take off
Takeoff, takeoff, takeoff
Smoke me one then take off
Takeoff, takeoff, takeoff
Today I might just take off
Today I might just miss calls
Hop in the whip then skrt off

[Verse 1: Cam Meekins]
I be outside, I be smoking
Turn ya bitch into my girl, now she yo' best friend
And I live two blocks from the west end
'Bout to pull up in the drop, she gonna hop in
Then we takeoff
Y'all scam hoes like Madoff
I ball hard like playoff
And I smoke weed all day, dawg
And y'all can't fuck with the style
For me, your bitch said she'd run a mile
And I drink champagne, like it's my birthday
I'm never in second, I'm always in first place
Whoa, I'm in my zone, blown
Smoking on kush got me grown, oh
Everyone talking about dough, oh
But only investing in hoes, whoa
Yo, y'all need to chill
Only I smoke weed, I never do pills
Just call me Chuncey, I'm up with my bills
My girl's so bad, that she gave me chills
If it was up to me
Motherfuckers would stop coming up to me
I'm in something drop, like luxury
Can't stand these rappers and their fuckery
I got- too much to deal with, dawg
So imma need you to drop off
Imma need you to stop calling
Y'all see the watch, I never stop balling

[Chorus: will.]
Takeoff, takeoff, takeoff
Today I might just take off
Takeoff, takeoff, takeoff
Smoke me one then take off
Takeoff, takeoff, takeoff
Today I might just take off
Today I might just miss calls
Hop in the whip then skrt off
Takeoff, takeoff
Today I might just-