Takeover
Bitch the wait over
Time to takeover
I got a uncle play with keys like he beytoven
I hit this bitch I guess she mad she can't stay over
Said she hate niggas who smoke I tried to play sober
Fall off you gotta bounce back
So many rats shìt I put cheese On a mouse trap
Niggas talking like they killer they ain't bout that
Go get some pape and put some money where your mouth at
Posting with them guns On the net but you ain't got it niggas Glockfishing
Fuck a leg shot I wanna his Top missing
Know the money coming cause my fingers they won't Stop itching
Bitch was throwing ass the whole party that shìt not tempting
But I'm like baby What's the word
Im just a young crispy nigga from the Hood known in the burbs
Mask on ready to purge
Feeling off wheezy on the kicks saying rip that nigga virg
I say hold on
Gotta get the bag then it's so long
Lost so many brothers gone for so long
Wood full of hulk hogan this shìt so strong
Never catch me with my hands out
But if I see my brother down fuck around help my man's out
Go get a bag see how it Plan out
So much money in my pockets got me walking with my Pants down
I close my eyes feel like the demons coming after me
I'm tryna make it out the hood I need a strategy
You try to take a nigga chain and that's a Tragedy
I need a hundred k nigga fuck a salary
Ask the hoes do they love me they say real bad
The same ones left you on read now you real mad
I'm tryna see a hundred m's that's a real bag
And have my dukes cooling in a crib where the hills at
Nigga hit my line geness what you hit my bitch for
I'm so confused reading the message thinking which hoe
Then I remembered beat the coochie until her hip broke
She the one who snuck me in i had to tip toe
Bro was pouring lines in the Sprite we need like six mo
I told my bitch I fucked her friends but I ain't snitch though
So many knots it's like my pockets look like hippos
Loyalty that's over everything I don't think these niggas hip tho
We In the Stu Brody keep asking where the Trish go
I make the hoes shoot they shot because I missed those
She get on top and ride the dick like it's a six four
I feel like ray j but the money be the wish though
Bitch the wait over
Time to takeover
I got a uncle play with keys like he beytoven
I hit this bitch I guess she mad she can't stay over
Said she hate niggas who smoke I tried to play sober
Fall off you gotta bounce back
So many hoes shìt I put cheese On a mouse trap
Niggas talking like they killer they ain't bout that
Go get some pape and put some money where your mouth at
Time to takeover
I got a uncle play with keys like he beytoven
I hit this bitch I guess she mad she can't stay over
Said she hate niggas who smoke I tried to play sober
Fall off you gotta bounce back
So many rats shìt I put cheese On a mouse trap
Niggas talking like they killer they ain't bout that
Go get some pape and put some money where your mouth at
Posting with them guns On the net but you ain't got it niggas Glockfishing
Fuck a leg shot I wanna his Top missing
Know the money coming cause my fingers they won't Stop itching
Bitch was throwing ass the whole party that shìt not tempting
But I'm like baby What's the word
Im just a young crispy nigga from the Hood known in the burbs
Mask on ready to purge
Feeling off wheezy on the kicks saying rip that nigga virg
I say hold on
Gotta get the bag then it's so long
Lost so many brothers gone for so long
Wood full of hulk hogan this shìt so strong
Never catch me with my hands out
But if I see my brother down fuck around help my man's out
Go get a bag see how it Plan out
So much money in my pockets got me walking with my Pants down
I close my eyes feel like the demons coming after me
I'm tryna make it out the hood I need a strategy
You try to take a nigga chain and that's a Tragedy
I need a hundred k nigga fuck a salary
Ask the hoes do they love me they say real bad
The same ones left you on read now you real mad
I'm tryna see a hundred m's that's a real bag
And have my dukes cooling in a crib where the hills at
Nigga hit my line geness what you hit my bitch for
I'm so confused reading the message thinking which hoe
Then I remembered beat the coochie until her hip broke
She the one who snuck me in i had to tip toe
Bro was pouring lines in the Sprite we need like six mo
I told my bitch I fucked her friends but I ain't snitch though
So many knots it's like my pockets look like hippos
Loyalty that's over everything I don't think these niggas hip tho
We In the Stu Brody keep asking where the Trish go
I make the hoes shoot they shot because I missed those
She get on top and ride the dick like it's a six four
I feel like ray j but the money be the wish though
Bitch the wait over
Time to takeover
I got a uncle play with keys like he beytoven
I hit this bitch I guess she mad she can't stay over
Said she hate niggas who smoke I tried to play sober
Fall off you gotta bounce back
So many hoes shìt I put cheese On a mouse trap
Niggas talking like they killer they ain't bout that
Go get some pape and put some money where your mouth at
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Writer(s): Eugene Brown Iii
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