Takeoff lyrics

[Intro: D'Aydrian Harding]
(Humble Greatness did this one)
"I'm ready to take off" lookin' ass
(Flexus)
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

[Verse 1: D'Aydrian Harding]
I'm ready to take off, n*gga talk tough, then we blowin' his face off (Bah, bah)
All this cake got us havin' a bake off, I stay in the field like I play in the playoffs (Uh)
All this hard work, on God it's gon' pay off
My choppa is sick, n*gga, that's why the Drac' cough
These n*ggas be pus*y, they flake off
My future bright like I'm takin' my shades off (Damn)

[Verse 2: Filmer]
Smoke the pot when we rap in the stu' (Yeah)
Get the bag and we stack it, on boo
In the Royce, or we slide in the Coupe (Shh)
Down to catch a lil' body or two (Bow)
Down to catch a lil' body or four (Four)
Couple shooters, they stay by the door (Who?)
Extra mags, man, they up and reload (Bow-bow)
Ten bands, and they slide on the low (Skrrt)

[Verse 3: D'Aydrian Harding & Filmer]
He said that he makin' it ten, we gon' skrrt off, tires scratchin', hop in the Benz (Skrrt)
Trackhawk is so loud and so fast, when I'm hittin' the gas, I get lost in the wind (Huh, huh)
She childish, she actin' like a kid, so f*ck the bullsh*t, I'ma hop on her friend (On God)
This the last you gon' hear us, so cut the beat off, man, you already know this the end
[Spoken Interlude: D'Aydrian Harding & Filmer]
Nah, ain't no way you gon' end the song off like that
Bruh, it's too hard, bruh, it's too hard
I mean it was hard, but, bro, we gotta give 'em more than that
That was a minute-long, bruh
You want to?
I think we got to, it's not really our choice, man
'Ight, bet

[Verse 4: D'Aydrian Harding]
You thought we was done, but we got some more of that
If you want beef, we outside (DoorDash)
If you wanna step, we outside (Doormat)
If you wanna flex, we outside (More cash)
Hop in the Tesla, no keys, and it's tinted
I scratched off the lot, check the tag, it ain't rented (Damn)
I got a bad b*tch, bend her over and drill it
These n*ggas, they hate us, we stand on the business (On God)
I know that I'm golden, I will not retrieve her
I hit her one time, I'ma snatch her and leave her (Ruff)
On YouTube, I'm blowin' up, just off the meter
Man, Cuda, take over, I need me a breather (Uh)

[Verse 5: Filmer]
Now that I'm back, gon' be talkin' my sh*t (Okay)
'Member the time I ain't never had sh*t
Look like a bum, but you know that I'm rich
Look at the gang, man, you know that we lit (Let's go)
I don't got to keep guac' in my pocket to show these lil' n*ggas, they know I'm legit (I'm him)
I stay in the A, I feel like El Chapo, the way I'm controllin' this sh*t (Ah)
I play the nice guy, you pushed the wrong button, we ended up blowin' this b*tch (Boom, boom, boom)
n*ggas be watchin', watchin' my life, I might just go and start me a Twitch (Yeah)
[Verse 6: D'Aydrian Harding]
I'ma hit from the back, have her screamin' (Ah!)
Off the Molly, she booted, she geekin' (Yeah)
I'ma f*ck the b*tch, then hit the Griddy
Her n*gga keep callin', ain't know she was cheatin' (Damn!)

[Verse 7: Filmer]
Like Serena, you knew we bring racks in
Spend a five, gotta double, bring back ten (Damn)
Crazy money, people think that we trappin' (Damn)
Face down, love to see how that back bend (Yeah)

[Verse 8: D'Aydrian Harding & Filmer]
Back bendin', she low-key an acrobat (Okay)
She a blunt, so you know that we passin' that
n*gga, I'm sober, so don't even pass me that
My bad, gang, you know that this rap is cap (My bad)
You good, they know that we cappin' too (On God)
Goin' crazy, it's first time up in the stu' (On God)
We top-two, and on God, we ain't number two (On God)
You on top, nobody can f*ck with you

[Outro: D'Aydrian Harding & Filmer]
Damn, you really believe that sh*t?
On God
On God, see (Ayy)
This why I f*ck with you, ayy
We gonna hop out the studio, we went too crazy, and, uh
By the way, we ain't droppin' no more music, this a one time thing
So, ayy, f*ck these n*ggas, we gone
On God