Takeoff

If it's fuck me then it's fuck me forever (It ain't no pressure)
Hoes try to smash when we chilling together (Bitch I don't want that feather)
I be counting up that cheese like it's cheddar (Fingers hurting)
I beat down that hoe act like I never met her (That bitch she was worthless)
Her sister on me tryna see what I'm on (That bitch she was dirty)
She came over and she never went home (She wanted my birdy)
She tried to bone I just wanted some dome (I just wanted some Turkey)
Watch out for that snowflake she got on her phone (Don't come to me like you Shirley)
I tell my slide don't wait up at home (Stop waiting)
I tell my side stop calling my phone (Stop calling)
I'm out making plays don't need no delays (Bitch I'm ballin)
Come over and lay but bae you can't stay (Bae you gotta go)
It's fuck what they say I do as I may (See they must not know)
I don't get mad I just replace (I ain't saving no hoe)
Pretty young bitch might catch that case (Might get thrown in the hole)
Eyes so red look like I been maced (Smoke in my throat in my nose)
I been geeked up you'd think I was laced
I don't want yo body bae I want yo face
You only get 3 weeks then you back to the streets (Back to em)
Yeah I said it send her back to the streets (Send her back to em)
That bitch she sneaky I made her my link (She sneaky)
My schedule really the same every week (I do this shit weekly)
Get up and eat get that bread then repeat hop in the car hit the gas then I flee

I'm bout to takeoff like jetson no rocket
I gotta honey bun wrapped in my pocket
Plugs and connections lil bitch I'm the socket
Pussy hoe hating that bitch need to stop it

I'm bout to takeoff no Migos no cardi (Cardi b)
Dread locs got me feeling like Marley (B.o.b)
Purple reign got me looking like Barney (Purple weed)
Bad bitch and she look like a Barbie (And she sweet)
Face pretty plus she smart with some ass (And it's fat)
Been on the go tryna get to this money cash (I'm in my bag)
Chasing this paper I'm chasing it fast (Like I'm running track)
My foot on the gas and I'm doing the dash (Fucked around almost crashed)
Throw on my fit add some drip then I splash (Designer tags on my back and my ass)
Smashing that hoe til I knock off her lash (Kilt that bih from the back)
It feel my birthday we having a bash
Diamonds dancing thought I had on my flash (And zooommm)
I get in the car and start racing like Nas (And zooommm)
Hotbox hit the leaf then I pass (Go ahead and spark number 2)
Waited my turn now I'm showing my ass
(Bitch) I'm up and it's stuck
Every time her lip move quack quack quack quack that bitch a duck
No I don't care I don't give a fuck (I really don't)
I'm a lollipop yo bitch like to suck (Oh you think she won't? Yeah alright)
Main topic they be chit chatting chit chatting I swear I cause a fuss
Ain't about money no need to discuss
Told her I was nasty thought I been cap now she say I'm disgust (Yeah alright)
Getting to this motherfucking paper is a must (It's certified)
Walk up the wrong way it'll bust (That's suicide)
Whole crew pull up in that big bodied bitch and it look like a bus
We don't see nobody else but us (And my vision fine)
Don't speak on the business keep it on hush shhhhh



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Writer(s): Frostina Pearson
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