R.I.P. Takeoff

Don't make me pull that burner, bruh don't make me hurt you
Don't let that 40 Surtur, you think you deserve to

Ya own niggas'll murk you, them niggas some birds too
He came out past his curfew, now he got the bird flu

They jumping off the porch, but scared to jump the curb too
I mean they got the Glock for what, if they won't burst too

Or maybe they gon' burst, but really they gon' burst who
Shit happen everyday, you'd think this shit was personal

Young nigga poppin, in my pocket is the knoccins (Aye)
Broke niggas wylin ima spray up everybody (Aye)

We gettin lit in this bitch
We was the first in this bitch
I'm poppin shit in this bitch
I pop a perk in this bitch

You might get hurt in this bitch
The shit ain't for certain this sh-
Shit be getting worse in this bitch
I prolly murk me a bitch

Need that with urgency bitch
Tryna see dat ass shake it's an emergency bitch bitch
Just make it work for me bitch bitch

Only when you choose to be wrong
Do niggas choose to be grown
But then you pop on they ass
That's when they leave it alone

That's when they grieve til the morn'
Fuck it I need to be on
Solid nigga still I bleed through the stone
Can't trust nobody when that hating shit so easily shown
(Let's get it let's get it yea)

Damn and I don't wanna lie about it
But if I talk too much I might could die about it
And what niggas gon' do but sit around and cry about it
What all will I allow to prove to niggas I'm about it

To show that I'm 1000
To show I got dem pounds on
Show yo bitch how you lounging
She peep drip now she bouncing

To show I got dem pounds on
Show yo bitch how you lounging
She peep drip now she bouncing



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Writer(s): Damann Bogle
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