TAKE OFF! ft. MarSpazzin Lyrics

Haha, yeah

Take off, take off, take off

Let's go, let's take off, take off, take off

Yeah, hop in I race off, race off, race off

My money can't stop, can't stop, can't stop

Yeah, no I don't wait for the bell

I had to cut off some L's

Told lil' bro pass me a shell, I'm bouta roll up some hell

The way that we spinning the block, it's looking like musical chairs

Yeah, I'm bouta fuck on a thot

Then I put that hoe in the air

Yeah, ballin'

VV, these diamonds flawless

Got a bad bitch on my left

Man, on my right these labels calling

I had to blick him up, had to shut him down cuz he was talking nonsense

I was inside out, I was upside down

Man, this all part of the process

Fuck it, we ballin'

.223 aim at your noggin

Had to get up, up, up

I had to call it

Hop in a V12, got tired of walking

They tried to say I fell off, but I don't recall it

Yeah, my bad if I lil' bro, you know I like to be wise

Treat you like I'm supposed to, but you still tell me these lies

Pop up on your block, know I had to catch him by surprise

Know I've been through shit, you can see that pain up in my eyes

Take off, take off, take off

Let's go, let's take off, take off, take off

Yeah, hop in I race off, race off, race off

My money can't stop, can't stop, can't stop

Yeah, no I don't wait for the bell

I had to cut off some L's

Told lil' bro pass me a shell, I'm bouta roll up some hell

The way that we spinning the block, it's looking like musical chairs

Yeah, I'm bouta fuck on a thot

Then I put that hoe in the air

Told that bitch to take off everything

I'm in love with your body

Niggas really tryna cage me

Up, Down, R2, combos hit him like Johnny

Pussy nigga lie

Yeah, I know he lie

Watch what you saying, that was not your homi'

Know that she gon' ride

Know that she gon' ride

She call me Clyde and Imma call her Bonnie

Three in a row like I'm playing Candy Crush

And she think we together

No we not together

She want me to go and buy her a brush

I tell her to stop

I tell her to chill, chill

Bitch you doing way too much

If he fucking with us, you bouta get grilled, grilled

Or lit up just like a blunt

Oh, I heard that you single, you tryna mingle

You can get ate like a Pringle

Iron on me, no wrinkle

It like to twinkle

Hitting your bell if you jingle

Yeah I did it again, I did it again

Look, I'm beating the odds

Baby, let's take a trip

Let's go take a trip, next stop is at Mars

Haha, yeah

Take off, take off, take off

Let's go, let's take off, take off, take off

Yeah, hop in I race off, race off, race off

My money can't stop, can't stop, can't stop

Yeah, no I don't wait for the bell

I had to cut off some L's

Told lil' bro pass me a shell, I'm bouta roll up some hell

The way that we spinning the block, it's looking like musical chairs

Yeah, I'm bouta fuck on a thot

Then I put that hoe in the air