[Intro: Takeoff] Yeah (DJ Durell) They thought we forgot We ain't forget
[Chorus: Takeoff] Don't let that broke bitch in 'cause she too messy (Bitch) Who the fuck them broke boys with? Get out my section (Get out my section) Just pulled a muscle, goddamn, too much flexin' (Damn) Caught 'em in traffic on an accident, we pressin' (Got 'em) Smokin' zaza every second I be stressin' If you ain't tryna beat 'em, fuck it, won't you stretch 'em? (Do that) They wiped his nose for that tissue, God bless him (Wipe it) I dropped a four of purp', I call that shit Chris Webber (Drank, Takeoff) [Verse 1: Takeoff] I know you niggas wanna be me, but it's levels (Bitch) I got the gang tatted on me, that's forever (Gang) Wanna know my moves and all my spots, but I move clever (Move) Wanna know my stash, how much I got, but I ain't gon' tell 'em (Uh-uh) Push it, push it, runnin' through it, get that bag, come on (Go) Titanic yacht, big enough for all my niggas to jump on (Come on) I know she came with you, but she lookin' for me to go home (Me) Rollie discontinued like the drank I used to sip on
[Interlude: Takeoff] And that's Act', nigga Not Wock' Not Quagen Not red
[Chorus: Takeoff & Quavo] Don't let that broke bitch in 'cause she too messy (Bitch) Who the fuck them broke boys with? Get out my section (Get out my section) Just pulled a muscle, goddamn, too much flexin' (Damn) Caught 'em in traffic on an accident, we pressin' (Got 'em) Smokin' zaza every second I be stressin' If you ain't tryna beat 'em, fuck it, won't you stretch 'em? (Do that) They wiped his nose for that tissue, God bless him (Wipe it) I dropped a four of purp', I call that shit Chris Webber (Drank, Huncho)
[Verse 2: Quavo] I'm the Huncho, bitch, I'm 'bout my cheddar (Quavo) Lil' ho keep goin' out sad, lil' bitch, do better (Bitch) She want me to hit it, put my blicky on the dresser (Glocky) Feelin' brilliant just like Elon, popped a Tesla (Pop it, go) You ain't got no motion, you can't stand up in my section (Get out) I said, "Caresha, please" (Soo) 'cause she too messy (Please) Bitch fucked my dog behind my back, but I ain't stressin' (Not at all) You wanted the gang, you should've just said it, we would've blessed it (Should've just said it) Now shit got messy (Uh) Smokin' exotic shit with an exotic bitch (Exotics) Geekin', I'm bringin' all kind of narcotics with me (Narcotics) Got guns on the table, I'm like, "Who fire this is?" (Who?) This bitch got past security, I'm like, "Who let her in?" (Gang)
[Chorus: Takeoff] Don't let that broke bitch in 'cause she too messy (Bitch) Who the fuck them broke boys with? Get out my section (Get out my section) Just pulled a muscle, goddamn, too much flexin' (Damn) Caught 'em in traffic on an accident, we pressin' (Got 'em) Smokin' zaza every second I be stressin' If you ain't tryna beat 'em, fuck it, won't you stretch 'em? (Do that) They wiped his nose for that tissue, God bless him (Wipe it) I dropped a four of purp', I call that shit Chris Webber (Drank)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
