Take Off (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro]
Alright I'ma try not to sound like a n*gga on this song
'Cause Willie keeps saying I sound like a n*gga
He a b*tch n*gga, he hating

[Verse 1]
Take a hit of this espialodocious
Stop choking
Hit you with that machine like Florence
You been hating on a real b*tch
You've been getting mad
Sad boys have been this, b*tch
Come f*ck with me
I got weed, I got Henny, and you b*tches on my Steez
I wrote this sh*t so high, giraffes touched my knees
I was touching skylines all because of trees
You know me
Double G, don't forget the O please
Motherf*cker I'm me, who the f*ck is you?
You claiming you's a boss b*tch, well what's new
It ain't you
You said you moving bricks but that ain't true
Non-label ass b*tch
You can save that sh*t
Put the chief in the woods then I flame that sh*t
Young senorita in love with that reefer
And n*ggas talking paper only ever seen a Visa
Broke ass, ho ass
Putting on the show ass
n*ggas, go figure
Always be the ones that claim they f*ck witcha
Ho you ain't my sister, I ain't grow up witcha
Hell nah baby girl you don't even know me
Screaming loyalty over everything yet you smashed my homie
I can't deal with you b*tch
Buy her some Chipotle now she nailing type of b*tches
[Hook]
I'm just tryna get high
But I can't fly with no pigeons
Is you listening?
I'm just tryna get high
But I can't fly with no pigeons

[Verse 2]
My sh*t is never before seen
Off the motherf*cking lean
I killed the scene and I don't even gotta say sh*t
I'm with my n*ggas and we higher than a space ship
My weed Neal Armstrong and you know I'm facing
Be patient
I come with that c*ck back
Turn left, wasted
Damn it feel amazing to be close to my plug
He always quick to sacks with the bud
And let me try the new stuff
You know my cup doubled up
But that really purple stuff
Jolly Ranchers is a must my n*gga
I don't f*ck with no scrub ass n*ggas
I'm sipping on some sizzurp, face ass n*gga
Young Flexican, you know I'm hanging with my Mexicans
I take that ho to Flexico, you make it rain, I don't pay for hoes
Hoes play for me, she just wanna be in my presence
I got this ho open like a present although I don't f*ck with peasants
I'm sorry
Got you hoes salt cause I'm mixtape popping
n*ggas text my phone like "Rico why you stalling?"
n*gga you know I'm balling
But f*ck, I don't got time to play Mr. or Mrs
You talk it, I live it
I smack a b*tch and dismiss it
f*ck your feelings lil' ho, you know you shop at rainbow
I ain't talking gays though
And is she smoking mid? I disown that ho
We don't spark oregano
I sent that b*tch a sad face, I had to let her know
b*tch you got me mistaken
If you think you ain't matching me
I got hella' green
b*tch [?], that sour D
I bring the heat like the kitchen
You need a gutter b*tch, you know I fit the description
All my drugs are prescription
And I think that I'm done rapping
[Outro]
I'm hungry as sh*t, I got the munchies