Take Off

Uh (Eastjack on the track)

(Hunna) Popp came up, he the mother****in' man (Man)

How the **** he go like straight to the top?

He was just locked up in the mother****in' can (Can)

And the party go down if I step in (FiveSixOne, run that, bruh)

I'ma ball like I'm Scottie Pippen (Ah, ah)

They be like, "Popp, you so mother****in' hot"

If you stand too close then you might catch a tan (Yeah)

Now I can see why it's more than a band

Bro brought a drum and he sayin', "Let's rock" (What? What? What? What? What?)

Uh, I don't **** with no cop

No red light, man, I won't stop (Skrrt, yeah, yeah)

Uh, ain't cuffin' no thot

Just want the top, man, I don't want the box (Woah, woah, yeah)

Uh, I don't **** with no opps

Gang tryna kill so we spinnin' they blocks (Brrt)

The **** go left when **** hit the fan

Niggas always talkin' all that **** on thе Gram (Ayy)

We gon' pull up to your block in a van

**** all fun and jokes 'til your man get blammеd (Go, go, go)

Shed light on your block, man, this a new land

He was acting tough, pulled up, then he ran (Popp)

This how you tell that I'm straight from the gutter

I walk in the spot with a gun in my pants (Ayy)

.223, man, this **** going up

Fah-fah-fah, man, right at your top (Top)

Even if I don't even got me a gun

If I swing first then the gang gon' ride (Woah, woah)

From the North to the South, that's mob ties

Same old gang-gang, squad-squad (Grrah, grrah)

Everybody shoot ****, look out

Now you a pack, you Zaza (Brrt)

Run right down and we takin' your ****

Like a STD, man, you just got burnt

Try to fall back, I'm a rockstar now

I'ma jump in the crowd like Lil Uzi Vert (Vert, yeah, yeah)

Yeah

Doors go up 'cause I stay in the Lamb' (Skrrt)

Peanut butter seats, *****, I got it out the jam (Jam, uh-huh)

All-white diamonds, I don't even know the clan (Ayy, ayy)

***** gave me the top, yeah, she made my tool stand (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Made a million dollars of the muh****in' all pots and pans (Ayy, ayy, yeah)

I just made a ***** turn to my thot (Ayy, ayy, my thot, mm)

Mm, I only gave five bands (Ayy, ayy, five bands)

Real nigga **** and it's all in the plan (Ayy, ayy, plan)

I was just talkin' to Popp (Ayy, ayy, to Popp)

Hunnid diamonds on me and they wet like the dam (Ayy, ayy)

Rocks on my socks, these Guccis, no Stans (Ayy, ayy, let's go)

Bugatti cost me one million (Ayy, ayy)

Actually, one point five

****, cousin, bro was just in the can (Ayy)

Now our diamonds all speakin' Span' (Woah, woah)

If you want beef then you'll get dropped (Get dropped, baow)

Boy, better listen to your mans (To your mans)

Try to act tough, you a fan (You a fan)

Young mans tryna shake my hands (It's a fact)

When I'm in the mall even got my Glock (My Glock)

Please don't get blammed (Frrp, yeah)

I just count me a new ten (Yeah, what?)

I feel like I'm Cam (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Alright, I'm goin' ham, yeah (Ayy)

No I don't eat pork, yeah (No, ayy)

Alright, pull up a Porsche, yeah (A Porsche)

I put it right up in sport, yeah (Skrrt)

Drive like a course (A course), yeah

Freshest of course (Of course), yeah

**** a lil' whore (A whore), yeah

I'm way on board (On board), yeah

Let's go

(Hunna) Popp came up, he the mother****in' man (Man)

How the **** he go like straight to the top? (Ayy)

He was just locked up in the mother****in' can (Ayy, ayy, can)

And the party go down if I step in (Ayy)

I'ma ball like I'm Scottie Pippen (Ah, ah, ayy)

They be like, "Popp, you so mother****in' hot" (Ayy)

If you stand too close then you might catch a tan (Ayy, yeah)

Now I can see why it's more than a band (What?)

Bro brought a drum and he sayin', "Let's rock" (Let's rock, let's rock, let's rock, let's rock)

Uh, I don't **** with no cop

No red light, man, I won't stop (Yeah, yeah, what?)

Uh, ain't cuffin' no thot

Just want the top, man, I don't want the box (Woah, woah, want top)

Uh, I don't **** with no opps

Gang tryna kill so we spinnin' they blocks (Brrt, baow)

Hop in the Lambo', take off (Skrrt, skrrt)

.40 gon' take your face off (Grrt, baow)

Hop in the rocket, blast off

Niggas wanna play with us, play ball

I don't see haters, Ray Charles (Ooh)

I'm on the block with a pack in my drawers

Spend me a check when I go to the mall

Pushin' the gas when I run from the law (Yeah)

Pushin' the gas when I run from the law

You know that I got that Glock in my drawers

One false move, they knockin' you off, yeah, ayy

I can really tell these boys are soft

I can really do **** on my own