Takeoff, Pt. 3
I came back to terrorize you
'Case you thought that I was gone
I put my hand out where the bricks at
He don't move I move the chrome
Delete that nigga DNA
Gon fuck up all his chromosomes
Fuck them goofies cause they losing
Think bout all they niggas gone
J4 catch that nigga walking
This on gang won't make it home
And I been getting to they money
I been fucking all they hoes
Won't never let no pussy set me
This on bro that pussy ghost
Yeah he talk a lot I shoot
A lot let's see who finna fold
Ain't no deal I'll go knock knock
You know J4 kick the door
I chase that nigga down the street
And then I tweak and burn my clothes
I live this life like it's a movie
Think I did this shit before
About my bread I hit that nigga
Fuck the trigger till he toast
And I be rolling I be tweaking
I be geeking I be gone
We at your house let's get into it
Since you tweaking on ya phone
Post in the shadows with my mask on
With this rifle by your door
Gone act a ass just smash the gas
Soon as I get back to the road
And on my good day rob his ass
Gon make me mad he say he broke
I swing the pole and break his nose
It overheat fuck letting go
Fuck head to head fuck toe to toe
I'm just gone cut that nigga throat
And its little Jdot and little J4
Bout to snatch that nigga soul
Where he pop out we on route Jaq
Using two hands when he blow
Blick in his mouth he wanna shout
So now he speechless and he gone
Your niggas gas just pass his ass
They got me rolling up this dope
Get on his ass he gone be mad
I slang that K and stand on four
Chase that nigga ass down
I want his brains all in the street
He caught four for me and three for you
Nigga just follow me
Telling bro to mash the gas
We won't stop for no police
She like Jdot be my mans
But on the low that hoe a freak
Smoking all these dead niggas to high
I can't feel my feet
I got my pistol in my hand
While that bitch sucking my meat
My clip don't hold no 34
Bitch I'm rocking with 33
Raloway bitch rest up Jay
And I'm banging that NHG
You want smoke with him it's smoke us
Nigga it's smoke with me
You know little bro be in the cut
And he wacking niggas for me
We be free styling them hits
My niggas wacking shit for free
Wanna be down with Raloway
Go and catch a body for me
That bitch exotic she do molly
Call Auggie he bangin' three
You know little bro shit bro be wyling
He make you famous for me
We got them six like we play hockey
They banging, we play for keys
Up with the glock knock off his noggin
We stank him for playing with me
'Case you thought that I was gone
I put my hand out where the bricks at
He don't move I move the chrome
Delete that nigga DNA
Gon fuck up all his chromosomes
Fuck them goofies cause they losing
Think bout all they niggas gone
J4 catch that nigga walking
This on gang won't make it home
And I been getting to they money
I been fucking all they hoes
Won't never let no pussy set me
This on bro that pussy ghost
Yeah he talk a lot I shoot
A lot let's see who finna fold
Ain't no deal I'll go knock knock
You know J4 kick the door
I chase that nigga down the street
And then I tweak and burn my clothes
I live this life like it's a movie
Think I did this shit before
About my bread I hit that nigga
Fuck the trigger till he toast
And I be rolling I be tweaking
I be geeking I be gone
We at your house let's get into it
Since you tweaking on ya phone
Post in the shadows with my mask on
With this rifle by your door
Gone act a ass just smash the gas
Soon as I get back to the road
And on my good day rob his ass
Gon make me mad he say he broke
I swing the pole and break his nose
It overheat fuck letting go
Fuck head to head fuck toe to toe
I'm just gone cut that nigga throat
And its little Jdot and little J4
Bout to snatch that nigga soul
Where he pop out we on route Jaq
Using two hands when he blow
Blick in his mouth he wanna shout
So now he speechless and he gone
Your niggas gas just pass his ass
They got me rolling up this dope
Get on his ass he gone be mad
I slang that K and stand on four
Chase that nigga ass down
I want his brains all in the street
He caught four for me and three for you
Nigga just follow me
Telling bro to mash the gas
We won't stop for no police
She like Jdot be my mans
But on the low that hoe a freak
Smoking all these dead niggas to high
I can't feel my feet
I got my pistol in my hand
While that bitch sucking my meat
My clip don't hold no 34
Bitch I'm rocking with 33
Raloway bitch rest up Jay
And I'm banging that NHG
You want smoke with him it's smoke us
Nigga it's smoke with me
You know little bro be in the cut
And he wacking niggas for me
We be free styling them hits
My niggas wacking shit for free
Wanna be down with Raloway
Go and catch a body for me
That bitch exotic she do molly
Call Auggie he bangin' three
You know little bro shit bro be wyling
He make you famous for me
We got them six like we play hockey
They banging, we play for keys
Up with the glock knock off his noggin
We stank him for playing with me
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