Takeoff

I'm about to take off I'm about to take off I am I'm about to take off I'm about to take off On you I'm about to take off I'm about to take off Silly hoe I'm about to take off I'm about to take off Let's go I'm about to take off I'm about to take off I am I'm about to take off I'm about to take off On you I'm about to take off I'm about to take off Silly hoe I'm about to take off I'm about to take off Let's go I'm bout take off you on you mother fuckers I swear y'all ain't got shit on me They said I'm the greatest so I do it for the fam And I take the cash back to my homies You don't hear me though Got the money going around like a Ferris wheel Quarantine suit in the booth cause the kid is ill Popping no pills unless it's a Benadryl Hope in the wheel with you girl she kinda chill But she ain't tryna chill She tryna give me sexual relations Cause she know ima make You can lick below the navel But ain't getting no payments F*ck you cash app Always keep it moving in a box link a half back Price to be the boss where my mother fucking change at Change that flow I'm too cold Make plastic snap Please come try me I need something to aim Drunk in the booth Like where my fucking lane at Jump in the coup Like where the fucking brains at Chillin with your boo Ask what time you come back I am the proof That real rap ain't done yet Who gone challenge the philly style boom bap Push you off the stage watch your fans let you skull crack A bone crusher I ain't never scared Walk up in your label It smell like bitch in here You ain't really about this rap shit I am well aware I'm about to take off I'm about to take off I am I'm about to take off I'm about to take off On you I'm about to take off I'm about to take off Silly hoe I'm about to take off I'm about to take off Let's go I'm bout to take off on you mother fuckers I'm done giving time to bitch ass haters Corporate ain't working so I'm going on the road And I'm only coming back when I secured the paper You don't hear me though Got the illest flow Kill a man or heal a soul I am the best thing coming out your stereo Testing my strength like God sending miracles Swerving the whip the handles impeccable Like AI mixed with hot sauce I'm A1 I'm sending paper to all my mother fucking day 1s Cause they give ride out until the mother fucking day come I see the reaper Took a trip to see the preacher Saw his Porsche and forgot my visiting reason My killers breaching your defense We leave them wheezing and bleeding You know it's summer time And niggas die in this season It is tragic Pump to your chest make you do a fucking back flip It's gymnastics the bars I'm flipping The beats I'm ripping The paper stretching It's elastic Mr. Fantastic in the booth You know my homie got the fire and he ready to shoot My shawty she top tier Invisible to you And you know big cuz got that thing on him So what you wanna do boy What you wanna do I am the shit you gonna leave that is nothing new Taking a trip spaceship with the whole crew Gotta come through give all me people benefits Tryna become the most advanced rap specimen Ya heard me