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Take Off
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Take Off was released on September 10, 2021 by Hitmaker Music Group/Blac Noize! as a part of the album Sir Duccington
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Release DateSeptember 10, 2021
LabelHitmaker Music Group/Blac Noize!
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM100

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Whoppa Wit Da Choppa
Whoppa Wit Da Choppa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trevor Butler
Trevor Butler
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Brrrah
12
Whop
(Drilltime, what you cookin', ****?)
Whop
[Verse 2]
Whatchu' gon' do wit' that lil' ass fuckin' gun?
Better not try what yo' brother did, he died, you better run
You better go to yo' OGs and try to get a better gun
But we smoke older **** too, ****, we don't give no fucks (Gang)
We'll red light a ****, boy, yo' ass better duck
Green Light, that's my lil' ****, we be drillin' shit for fun
Take one of ours, we droppin' four ****, we ain't goin' for nothin'
You got the same chain as everybody, that ain't no one on one
I'm only fuckin' with the gang 'cause all these pussy **** tellin'
Shut up, bitch, before I slap yo' ass with this MAC-11
Yo' dawg snitched, but he got views, so yo' ass wanna spare 'em
Yo' dawg a bitch and you is too, ****, y'all are twin sisters
[Verse 3]
(Drilltime, turn the beat down, let me speak some facts)
Told the police yo' dawg got a pole, whatchu call that?
They tried to say they ass lyin', fuck, ****, you a rat
Speak on Leeke, then them bullets flyin', ****, that's on Tap
[Verse 4]
(Hold on, Drilltime, let me talk my shit some fuckin' more)
Y'all **** tellin' lies, but let's talk about the score
Last time I checked, y'all went down four
Ooh, bitch I mean five, 'cause the other just **** died
Hell nah, I meant six, that **** died in them 'partments
Hell nah, it's really seven, that **** brother made it to Heaven
Plus eight, that make eight, pussy ****, there's some more names
(I'm really in the streets for real, y'all **** tryna get fame)
[Verse 5]
Watch what you sayin', 'cause we be shootin' **** for playin'
Then you hear about a green **** on the front pages
You know you don't want no smoke for real, ****, you ain't crazy
You know we comin' with them bullets straight soundin' like the Navy
Big Glizzies over here, bitch, nah, no .380s
Big bitches over here, I don't want no skinny lady
Plan B's over here, nah, we ain't havin' babies
VVS's on the way, bitch, I be shinin' on these haters
(Drilltime, what you cookin', ****?)
I ain't got no cape, I ain't savin' that bitch
His own momma even know Charles Jones is a bitch
Actin' like you ain't seen that paperwork, you know yo' dawg snitched
I be really drillin' shit, I just rap to talk shit
[Verse 6]
(I'll rob a rapper ****, pussy ****, whatchu gon' do?)
Keep a bug on my face, you never know what I'm goin' through
My dawg just popped a Perc, but you knowin' that I'm on two
You run up on me crazy, pussy ****, I'ma blow you
(A-A-All these bitches love Whop Wit Dat Chop)
Got yo' bitch eatin' dick like it's corn-on-the-cob
Don't DM me 'bout no bitch, pussy **** gon' get popped
You'd rather beef 'bout ho, but yo dawg just got dropped (Bitch)
[Verse 7]
Come on man, you know what the fuck goin' on, man
Whop Wit Dat Chop, brrr
Straight gang shit, no lame shit, ****
Stay in yo' lane, bitch
Gang, gang, gang
(Drilltime, what you cookin', ****?)
Written by: Trevor Butler
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