Messy lyrics

[Intro: Takeoff]
Yeah
(DJ Durell)
They thought we forgot
We ain't forget

[Chorus: Takeoff]
Don't let that broke b*tch in 'cause she too messy (b*tch)
Who the f*ck them broke boys with? Get out my section (Get out my section)
Just pulled a muscle, goddamn, too much flexin' (Damn)
Caught 'em in traffic on an accident, we pressin' (Got 'em)
Smokin' zaza every second I be stressin'
If you ain't tryna beat 'em, f*ck it, won't you stretch 'em? (Do that)
They wiped his nose for that tissue, God bless him (Wipe it)
I dropped a four of purp', I call that sh*t Chris Webber (Drank, Takeoff)

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
I know you n*ggas wanna be me, but it's levels (b*tch)
I got the gang tatted on me, that's forever (Gang)
Wanna know my moves and all my spots, but I move clever (Move)
Wanna know my stash, how much I got, but I ain't gon' tell 'em (Uh-uh)
Push it, push it, runnin' through it, get that bag, come on (Go)
Titanic yacht, big enough for all my n*ggas to jump on (Come on)
I know she came with you, but she lookin' for me to go home (Me)
Rollie discontinued like the drank I used to sip on
[Interlude: Takeoff]
And that's Act', n*gga
Not Wock'
Not Quagen
Not red

[Chorus: Takeoff & Quavo]
Don't let that broke b*tch in 'cause she too messy (b*tch)
Who the f*ck them broke boys with? Get out my section (Get out my section)
Just pulled a muscle, goddamn, too much flexin' (Damn)
Caught 'em in traffic on an accident, we pressin' (Got 'em)
Smokin' zaza every second I be stressin'
If you ain't tryna beat 'em, f*ck it, won't you stretch 'em? (Do that)
They wiped his nose for that tissue, God bless him (Wipe it)
I dropped a four of purp', I call that sh*t Chris Webber (Drank, Huncho)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I'm the Huncho, b*tch, I'm 'bout my cheddar (Quavo)
Lil' ho keep goin' out sad, lil' b*tch, do better (b*tch)
She want me to hit it, put my blicky on the dresser (Glocky)
Feelin' brilliant just like Elon, popped a Tesla (Pop it, go)
You ain't got no motion, you can't stand up in my section (Get out)
I said, "Caresha, please" (Soo) 'cause she too messy (Please)
b*tch f*cked my dog behind my back, but I ain't stressin' (Not at all)
You wanted the gang, you should've just said it, we would've blessed it (Should've just said it)
Now sh*t got messy (Uh)
Smokin' exotic sh*t with an exotic b*tch (Exotics)
Geekin', I'm bringin' all kind of narcotics with me (Narcotics)
Got guns on the table, I'm like, "Who fire this is?" (Who?)
This b*tch got past security, I'm like, "Who let her in?" (Gang)
[Chorus: Takeoff]
Don't let that broke b*tch in 'cause she too messy (b*tch)
Who the f*ck them broke boys with? Get out my section (Get out my section)
Just pulled a muscle, goddamn, too much flexin' (Damn)
Caught 'em in traffic on an accident, we pressin' (Got 'em)
Smokin' zaza every second I be stressin'
If you ain't tryna beat 'em, f*ck it, won't you stretch 'em? (Do that)
They wiped his nose for that tissue, God bless him (Wipe it)
I dropped a four of purp', I call that sh*t Chris Webber (Drank)