Takeoff lyrics

[Intro: Jvheim]
Gang
Gang, gang
(Yo, Guap you makin' beats again?)

[Verse 1: Jvheim]
Pop up out that cut, b*tch, we got a lot of shells
Claiming he a demon, I'ma send that n*gga straight to hell
Swang that corner, I'ma jump out, I'ma send him up
23 on my choppa just like Ralo when I fill him up
We done hit 'em up
Paramedics picked him up
Yeah this choppa dirty, b*tch don't worry I'ma switch it up
I don't give a f*ck, get that shovel, dig 'em up
This voice up in my ear, but this that money I'ma get it up
f*ck Luh Leeke, catch that n*gga, I'ma f*ck him over
All my n*ggas eatin', choppa beatin' out the f*ckin' Rover
La Cracka spot a f*ckin' opp, you know I f*ckin' got right on him
With this choppa hit him up, him and his f*ckin' partner
Knocked him out his f*ckin' pants, he and his f*ckin' partner
I love your neighbor, f*ck that b*tch I should've f*ckin' dropped her
But let me shut my mouth, I know thеm crackers f*ckin' watchin'
Free all my n*ggas, all them n*ggas that was f*ckin' [?]

[Verse 2: La Cracka]
Ducci can't go in schools, he a rapist
Mеleeke left John, why the f*ck he didn't make it?
Ralo had his gun, but his pus*y ass was fakin'
Since y'all smokin' on Lil Petey, b*tch I'm smokin' on that baby (Aiden!)
Like a fat b*tch, if I catch you I'ma chase you
John tried to run, but they mothaf*ckin' faced him
Never on their block, 'cause I'ma send them to their maker
Choppa turn yo' ass black, I call that lil b*tch my baker
f*ck Jacourey, that n*gga a f*ckin' duck
If I catch you lackin', swear to God, b*tch I'ma f*ck you up
Bullets start to hit him, 762s make him f*ckin' tuck
Hittin' at yo mama pus*y n*gga, I don't give a f*ck
[?] Yeah, a black tee
Yeah, his shirt was white until I hit him with them 223's
Now he leakin' out with his brains scattered in the streets
John got caught, well who got away? They say Meleeke
[Verse 3: Jvheim]
These demons 'round me but I feel like I'm the f*ckin' devil
Cremate his body, dig him up, don't need no f*ckin' shovel
Do him special, watch how bro crop you out with that Beretta
Just had to do a n*gga bad, thought he was on my level
Bro say he wanna be in comp, say he gon' do him better
But I can't let 'em, 30 shots came out my Smith & Wesson
Get close up on him with that chop, knock off his f*ckin' shoulders
I'm tryna send a n*gga up, like Mentos and some soda
These n*ggas soft, I call 'em sheets the way f*ckin' fold 'em
Bro go blowin', keep on goin' with that tool on 'em
He keep on scorin', he gon' make the f*ckin' leader board
Either or karma on his ass for tryna get my boy
But he ain't goin', 'cause that choppa in the back seat
Make a n*gga run like a athlete
On ten toes, but that's two feet
Too sweet, don't f*ck with us, we too creep
f*ck the opposition, they been beat
Left all them n*ggas 6 feet

[Verse 4: La Cracka]
Take a n*gga f*ckin' soul, I look him in his eye
If y'all go and post up on that block, b*tch, you gon' f*ckin' die
When I shoot this b*tch, flash red, boy this that f*ckin' fly
You n*ggas ain't walk down on 6, so why you f*ckin' lyin'?
Man, you n*ggas fast as f*ck like a shootin' star
b*tch, we known for walk downs, ain't no shootin' out the car
Catch that pus*y Noah, I'ma pop his ass just like a bar
Free Lil Fefe, that's my bro, we smoke opps up out the gar
I think it's time to put a n*gga on a shirt
Keep speakin' on 3-5, pus*y, watch a n*gga end up murked
Rest up to Lil Mookie, Zion, can't forget my big bro Durk
b*tch n*gga, stop hidin', time to take a ride in that hearse
Free my brother Rasta, he'll be home soon
If y'all come outside another [?] gon' be on the news
Crackers they be mad, because we left their ass with no clue
[?] I gotta go get me another tool