This shit gon' make a nigga wanna take off
Hop in the Lamb' and take off
Pack all my bags and take off
This that shit (woo)
Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh
Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh
Look, take a bite of the forbidden fruit (yeah)
John Ritter's eight simple rules
Got drugs mixed with the liquor too
Still got love for niggas and my bitches too (I love my niggas)
Look in the mirror, yeah
Mixin' my demons and ridicules
See the bad bitches in the pigeon coop
You know birds of a feather be flockin' together (brr)
Open your eyes if you blinded to tarot
Countin' my bread while she feed me injera
Life is a puzzle, I piece it together
I'm prayin' for peace with my hand on my heat (hand on my heat)
Wish a nigga would try
Wish a nigga would slide
Wish a nigga would reach for my neckpiece
Then I'll be a victim of my own pride, Cuzzi, man
Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh
Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh
This shit gon' make a nigga wanna take off (woah, woah, woah, uh-huh)
Hop in the Lamb' and take off
Pack all my bags and take off (woah, woah, woah, uh-huh)
This that shit
Why would I hear what a broke kid a-tellin' me?
Never set foot in the game, but instead, he creep (watchin')
Plottin' on everything, on the red eye
My connect be the embassy
Big TOBi, steady on the lean like 605
Man like me never pick no side
'Less it's war, then we gon', we gon' ride
Bit my style, funny
Best pay the kid homage, dummy
Kids on the block, they yellin', "Red truck"
Boy, I've been puttin' out fire, fire, fire
I put the beat in a hearse
I put the heat in the verse
Sell her a paper
She wanna see it in person
She want some meat for desert
And keep it a secret, woah
Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh
Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh
This shit gon' make a nigga wanna take off (woah, woah, woah, uh-huh)
Hop in the Lamb' and take off
Pack all my bags and take off (woah, woah, woah, uh-huh)
This that shit
This shit is mad, bro
I'm in Mykonos, watchin' the cash flow
I ain't get to the phone, I've been countin' my blessings
Been reelin' it in like a lasso
And I was sending heat to the last show
Couldn't tell ya, I've been in my bag though
Yeah, he been on a roll, but I be on roll like a crash dummy
They ain't love me when never I had money (woo)
But I'm livin', so please don't be sad for me
I remember way back in the past when kids used to laugh at me
In the back of the class, like that's funny
Now I'm braggin' and showin' my ass
Now the penthouse be the bachelor pad
That all from the pen and the pad, homie
Ayy, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Ain't we supposed to go back and forth in this shit?
What the fuck?
Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh
Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh
This shit gon' make a nigga wanna take off (woah, woah, woah, uh-huh)
Hop in the Lamb' and take off
Pack all my bags and take off (woah, woah, woah, uh-huh)
This that shit
This shit gon' make a nigga wanna take off
Hop in the Lamb' and take off
Pack all my bags and take off
This that shit
♪
Woo (woo, woo)