Takeover

[Intro]
Y2, is that you?
I miss you, Bryce

[Chorus: SportVVS]
I get guap, I can't love no thot
I been counting cash, I ran up my knots
And my coupe so dope, I don't got no top
I can't trust none of these niggas, 'cause I know that they gon' flock
We gon' pull up, then hop out, and skirt right off the lot
I don't got time for niggas, 'cause all they do is talk
Now she all up in my face, I tell that girl to stop
We walk in, took over your trap, and we gon' set up shop

[Verse 1: SportVVS]
Boy, you flexing all them fake bands in your pics, you need to stop
As soon as I came in the game, they like "you be the trending topic"
Got this bitch, she from the islands but you know she super toxic
Woulda thought I was from Houston by the way I tote the Rocky
Bitch you got me fеd up but I still gotta keep my head up
Gotta keep my foot up on they necks, babygirl, I'm sorry I can't lеt up
Yeah, I shoulda knew all along that that shit was a set-up
Yeah, you know, she was tryna give me neck from the first time that we met up
I had to do this shit, show 'em how we work
Baby let me see you twerk, let me see what's under that skirt
I be off on these Adderalls and I might just take a Perc
When she see that money out my pockets, she finna go bezerk
All this money got me feeling trill, my life looking too surreal
That boy shoot to knock 'em down, you know I will shoot to kill
He don't got a lot of friends, but he got a lot of pills
My bro just came out the pen, you don't know how great that feel

[Chorus: SportVVS]
I get guap, I can't love no thot
I been counting cash, I ran up my knots
And my coupe so dope, I don't got no top
I can't trust none of these niggas, 'cause I know that they gon' flock
We gon' pull up, then hop out, and skirt right off the lot
I don't got time for niggas, 'cause all they do is talk
Now she all up in my face, I tell that girl to stop
We walk in, took over your trap, and we gon' set up shop

[Verse 2: TyFontaine]
Set up shop wherever, I could teach you how to make it shake
She ain't even wanna do dinner 'fore she give up her cake (Let's go)
I might not even say shit 'fore I go MIA (Let's go)
Lil' shorty really be trippin', when the bitch call me bae
Okay, okay-okay (Yeah)
Tryna lay low and have this shit my way (My way)
Got out the pen (?) my way
Lil' bae, say she giving up, she doin' everything I say (Aye)
Hand on a thot, she's a stripper (?) she barely surviving (Surviving)
Looking for me, you can find me wherever the friends and the vibes be (Here for the vibes)
I hit the bitch and she goin' all crazy, cowardly dog, speaking the nonsense (Speaking the nonsense)
Yeah, I really get to the (?), I really get to the (?) (Really get to the (?))
Yeah, it's always fucking with bosses, what the fuck (?) (?)
This lil' payment on me, shit, but she think it's a lot (Let's go)
I flip the check up (?) and the bitch took it to heart

[Chorus: SportVVS]
I get guap, I can't love no thot
I been counting cash, I ran up my knots
And my coupe so dope, I don't got no top
I can't trust none of these niggas, 'cause I know that they gon' flock
We gon' pull up, then hop out, and skirt right off the lot
I don't got time for niggas, 'cause all they do is talk
Now she all up in my face, I tell that girl to stop
We walk in, took over your trap, and we gon' set up shop (Set up shop)