Takeoff

[Intro: Jvheim]
Gang
Gang, gang
(Yo, Guap you makin' beats again?)

[Verse 1: Jvheim]
Pop up out that cut, bitch, we got a lot of shells
Claiming he a demon, I'ma send that nigga straight to hell
Swang that corner, I'ma jump out, I'ma send him up
23 on my choppa just like Ralo when I fill him up
We done hit 'em up
Paramedics picked him up
Yeah this choppa dirty, bitch don't worry I'ma switch it up
I don't give a fuck, get that shovel, dig 'em up
This voice up in my ear, but this that money I'ma get it up
Fuck Luh Leeke, catch that nigga, I'ma fuck him over
All my niggas eatin', choppa beatin' out the fuckin' Rover
La Cracka spot a fuckin' opp, you know I fuckin' got right on him
With this choppa hit him up, him and his fuckin' partner
Knocked him out his fuckin' pants, he and his fuckin' partner
I love your neighbor, fuck that bitch I should've fuckin' dropped her
But let me shut my mouth, I know thеm crackers fuckin' watchin'
Free all my niggas, all them niggas that was fuckin' [?]

[Verse 2: La Cracka]
Ducci can't go in schools, he a rapist
Mеleeke left John, why the fuck he didn't make it?
Ralo had his gun, but his pussy ass was fakin'
Since y'all smokin' on Lil Petey, bitch I'm smokin' on that baby (Aiden!)
Like a fat bitch, if I catch you I'ma chase you
John tried to run, but they mothafuckin' faced him
Never on their block, 'cause I'ma send them to their maker
Choppa turn yo' ass black, I call that lil bitch my baker
Fuck Jacourey, that nigga a fuckin' duck
If I catch you lackin', swear to God, bitch I'ma fuck you up
Bullets start to hit him, 762s make him fuckin' tuck
Hittin' at yo mama pussy nigga, I don't give a fuck
[?] Yeah, a black tee
Yeah, his shirt was white until I hit him with them 223's
Now he leakin' out with his brains scattered in the streets
John got caught, well who got away? They say Meleeke

[Verse 3: Jvheim]
These demons 'round me but I feel like I'm the fuckin' devil
Cremate his body, dig him up, don't need no fuckin' shovel
Do him special, watch how bro crop you out with that Beretta
Just had to do a nigga bad, thought he was on my level
Bro say he wanna be in comp, say he gon' do him better
But I can't let 'em, 30 shots came out my Smith & Wesson
Get close up on him with that chop, knock off his fuckin' shoulders
I'm tryna send a nigga up, like Mentos and some soda
These niggas soft, I call 'em sheets the way fuckin' fold 'em
Bro go blowin', keep on goin' with that tool on 'em
He keep on scorin', he gon' make the fuckin' leader board
Either or karma on his ass for tryna get my boy
But he ain't goin', 'cause that choppa in the back seat
Make a nigga run like a athlete
On ten toes, but that's two feet
Too sweet, don't fuck with us, we too creep
Fuck the opposition, they been beat
Left all them niggas 6 feet

[Verse 4: La Cracka]
Take a nigga fuckin' soul, I look him in his eye
If y'all go and post up on that block, bitch, you gon' fuckin' die
When I shoot this bitch, flash red, boy this that fuckin' fly
You niggas ain't walk down on 6, so why you fuckin' lyin'?
Man, you niggas fast as fuck like a shootin' star
Bitch, we known for walk downs, ain't no shootin' out the car
Catch that pussy Noah, I'ma pop his ass just like a bar
Free Lil Fefe, that's my bro, we smoke opps up out the gar
I think it's time to put a nigga on a shirt
Keep speakin' on 3-5, pussy, watch a nigga end up murked
Rest up to Lil Mookie, Zion, can't forget my big bro Durk
Bitch nigga, stop hidin', time to take a ride in that hearse
Free my brother Rasta, he'll be home soon
If y'all come outside another [?] gon' be on the news
Crackers they be mad, because we left their ass with no clue
[?] I gotta go get me another tool