Liftoff ft. Lottery Lotto Lyrics

Three, two, one, baby girl let's lift off

I be smokin' moon rocks

She collect crystals

I don't take my chains off

I don't take my watch off

Fuck her with my shoes on

Fuck her with my socks on

I'm Good in every hood, yeah they love me like hot sauce

I don't never gotta get loud to get my point across

I been drinkin' smoothies

I been eatin' sea moss

When I'm on the beat

Only time I share my deep thoughts

I don't really care if they A or they B cups

I just want some good head

I just want my feet rubbed

I just want for big bruh to cut out all the petty grudges

We on the same team what you in competition for

If you want some love then first you gotta show some

You knew who I was but you don't know who I become

I won't argue with you we gon' wait for the outcome

I don't beg for love cause I done went without none

Put on my long johns I trapped in the cold

I don't write these words they come from the soul

I done seen niggas get jammed up and fold

Everybody can't be cut from this mold

Everybody can't be trusted, I look in they eyes

I can't be caught by surprise

Baby I'm handling mine

I'm on the grind

We on limited time

Three, two, one, baby girl, let's lift off

I be smokin' moon rocks

She collect crystals

I don't take my chains off

I don't take my watch off

Fuck her with my shoes on

Duck her with my socks on

I'm Good every hood, yeah, they love me like hot sauce

I don't ever gotta get loud to get my point across

I been drinkin' smoothies

I been eatin' sea moss

When I'm on the beat

Only time I share my deep thoughts

On my way, came so far

We need a hideaway

Some place like Mars

When the clouds turn gray

The sky will fall

So let's get high today like there's no tomorrow

When I'm in the bank

Every time, make a pit stop

Hate that I'm winning

Yeah a nigga got em pissed off

He gon' hit a lick then run from the dick cops

I remember all a nigga wanted was a thick thot

I be smokin' moon rocks, feelin' like the clock stopped

I be out in Cali fat as hell in a tank top

I remember me and Sam had to walk to one stop

Now we might make a hundred bands on two pops

If you trappin' in the city then you better keep two glocks

It's too hot niggas might put you on the news yea

Fool hard niggas don't get no fuck about you

Big Unc real trap nigga and he work two spots

Big Shawn a real fat nigga but he might lose ya

I be somewhere with a bad bitch gettin my cool on

When I'm in traffic yeah a nigga bring that tool home

I want that Rollie I got it dated and it's two tone

Three, two, one, baby girl, let's lift off

I be smokin' moon rocks

She collect crystals

I don't take my chains off

I don't take my watch off

Fuck her with my shoes on

Fuck her with my socks on

Good in every hood, yeah, they love me like hot sauce

I don't ever gotta get loud to get my point across

I been drinkin' smoothies

I been eatin' sea moss

When I'm on the beat, only time I share my deep thoughts