Messy

[Intro: Takeoff]
Yeah
(DJ Durell)
They thought we forgot
We aint forget

[Chorus: Takeoff]
Dont let that broke bitch in cause she too messy (Bitch)
Who the **** 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 a accident, we pressin (Got em)
Smokin zaza, every second I be stressin
If they aint tryna beat, then **** it, one, two, stretch em (Do that)
They wipe they nose for that tissue, God bless em (Wipe it)
I dropped the four in purp and call that shit Chris Webber (Drink)
(Takeoff)
[Verse 1: Takeoff ]
(Takeoff)
I know you niggas wanna be me, but its levels (Bitch)
I got the gang tatted on me, thats forever (Gang)
Wanna know my moves and all my spots, but I move clever (Move)
Wanna know my stash, how much I got, but aint gon tell em (Uh-uh)
Push it, push it, runnin through it
Get that bag , come on (Go)
Top ten, the yacht big enough for all my niggas 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 thats Act, nigga
Not Wop
Not [?]
Not red

[Chorus: Takeoff]
Dont let that broke bitch in cause she too messy (Bitch)
Who the **** them broke boy with? Get out my section (Get out my section)
Just pulled a muscle, goddamn, too much flexin (Damn)
Caught em in traffic on a accident, we pressin (Got em)
Smokin zaza, every second I be stressin
If they aint tryna beat, then **** it, one , two, stretch em (Do that)
They wipe they nose for that tissue, God bless em (Wipe it)
I dropped the four in purp and call that shit Chris Webber (Drink)


[Verse 2: Quavo]
(Huncho)
Im the Huncho, bitch, Im bout my cheddar (Quavo)
Lil ho keep goin out sad, lil bitch, do better (Bitch)
She want me to hit it, put my blicky on the dresser (Glockie)
Feelin brilliant just like Elon, pop the Tesla (Pop it, go)
You aint got motion, you cant stand up in my section (Get out)
I said, 'Quit reachin please' cause she too messy (Woo, please)
Bitch **** my dawg behind my back, but I aint stressin (Not at all)
You wanted the gang, you shoulda just said it, we would have blessed it (You shoulda just said it)
Now shit got messy (Uh)
Smokin exotic shit with an exotic bitch (Exotics)
Geekin on brain, gettin all kinda narcotics with me (Narcotics)
Got guns on the table, Im like, 'Who fire this is?' (Who?)
This bitch got past security, Im like, ' Who let her in?' (Gang)

[Chorus: Takeoff]
Dont let that broke bitch in cause she too messy (Bitch)
Who the **** them broke boy with? Get out my section (Get out my section)
Just pulled a muscle, goddamn, too much flexin (Damn)
Caught em in traffic on a accident, we pressin (Got em)
Smokin zaza, every second I be stressin
If they aint tryna beat, then **** it, one, two, stretch em (Do that)
They wipe they nose for that tissue, God bless em (Wipe it)
I dropped the four in purp and call that shit Chris Webber (Drink)