Dave Oh - Takeoff Lyrics

I'm about to take off
I'm about to take off
I am
I'm about to take off
I'm about to take off
On you
I'm about to take off
I'm about to take off
Silly hoe
I'm about to take off
I'm about to take off
Let's go
I'm about to take off
I'm about to take off
I am
I'm about to take off
I'm about to take off
On you
I'm about to take off
I'm about to take off
Silly hoe
I'm about to take off
I'm about to take off
Let's go

I'm bout take off you on you mother f*ckers
I swear y'all ain't got shit on me
They said I'm the greatest so I do it for the fam
And I take the cash back to my homies
You don't hear me though
Got the money going around like a Ferris wheel
Quarantine suit in the booth cause the kid is ill
Popping no pills unless it's a Benadryl
Hope in the wheel with you girl she kinda chill
But she ain't tryna chill
She tryna give me sexual relations
Cause she know ima make
You can lick below the navel
But ain't getting no payments
F*ck you cash app
Always keep it moving in a box link a half back
Price to be the boss where my mother f*cking change at
Change that flow
I'm too cold
Make plastic snap
Please come try me I need something to aim
Drunk in the booth
Like where my f*cking lane at
Jump in the coup
Like where the f*cking brains at
Chillin with your boo
Ask what time you come back
I am the proof
That real rap ain't done yet
Who gone challenge the philly style boom bap
Push you off the stage watch your fans let you skull crack
A bone crusher
I ain't never scared
Walk up in your label
It smell like bitch in here
You ain't really about this rap shit I am well aware

I'm about to take off
I'm about to take off
I am
I'm about to take off
I'm about to take off
On you
I'm about to take off
I'm about to take off
Silly hoe
I'm about to take off
I'm about to take off
Let's go

I'm bout to take off on you mother f*ckers
I'm done giving time to bitch ass haters
Corporate ain't working so I'm going on the road
And I'm only coming back when I secured the paper
You don't hear me though
Got the illest flow
Kill a man or heal a soul
I am the best thing coming out your stereo
Testing my strength like God sending miracles
Swerving the whip the handles impeccable
Like AI mixed with hot sauce I'm A1
I'm sending paper to all my mother f*cking day 1s
Cause they give ride out until the mother f*cking day come
I see the reaper
Took a trip to see the preacher
Saw his Porsche and forgot my visiting reason
My killers breaching your defense
We leave them wheezing and bleeding
You know it's summer time
And niggas die in this season
It is tragic
Pump to your chest make you do a f*cking back flip
It's gymnastics the bars I'm flipping
The beats I'm ripping
The paper stretching
It's elastic
Mr. Fantastic in the booth
You know my homie got the fire and he ready to shoot
My shawty she top tier
Invisible to you
And you know big cuz got that thing on him
So what you wanna do boy
What you wanna do
I am the shit you gonna leave that is nothing new
Taking a trip spaceship with the whole crew
Gotta come through give all me people benefits
Tryna become the most advanced rap specimen
Ya heard me