Takeoff ft. Kanii° & RuziRec Lyrics

Put em on the TV… screen!

I feel like a rockstar, I walk in bitches scream

I feel like a pop star, bitches look for me

Fuckin' on a bad hoe, do I love her

What you mean

Yeah, uh-huh I feel like the sun, bitch, I'm a star

Yeah, uh-huh Yeah, I'm finna take off straight to mars

Fast cars and bad broads

Ruth Chris, yeah, we too large

Walk in, girl play your part

Smith & Wesson on my hip, hit like a dart

Got a chopper with a BC and a dart And my choppa like a dog

Yeah, that bitch bark

If you keep talkin' on the gang, then that ain't smart

Yeah, I got a hundred rounds, a hundred plots

Choppa light you up like a cig or a blunt

Talkin' on the gang, gotta scope up on my gun

I got fifty, I got a hunnits' I got no ones

Ask how many people know you, they say no one

Yeah, no one, I started with no one

All these bitches comin' over cause they wanna fuck some

Me and yo bitch got history, be fuckin' on the low

Fucked her Sunday, fucked her Monday, now she gotta go

Got rejected, now that bitch wan' hang cause i'm bout' blow

Fast car, i'm a rackstar, she a trackstar

I got thirty bands, my whole gang eatin

we the rackstars

O-B-E, I'm in outer space, I can't feel

my face S-R-T,

Do you wanna race?

Diamonds on my plate B-A-E, what can you see?

That she wanna taste

Uh-huh, I don't wanna lose control

Pushing on that gas, baby, I don't wanna let it go

Put him on the TV… screen!

I feel like a rockstar, I walk and bitches scream

I feel like a pop star, bitches look for me

Fuckin' on a bad ho, do I love her? What you mean

Yeah, uh-huh I feel like the sun, bitch, I'm a star

Yeah, uh-huh Yeah, I'm finna take off straight to mars

(Yeah, uh-huh Yeah, uh-huh)

(Take off straight to mars)