[Intro: D'Aydrian Harding]

(Humble Greatness did this one)

"I'm ready to takeoff" lookin' ass

(Flexus)

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

[Verse 1: D'Aydrian Harding]

I'm ready to takeoff

Nigga, talk tough, then we blowing his face off (Bah, bah)

All this cake got us having a bake-off

I stay in the field like I play in the playoffs (Uh)

All this hard work, on God, it's gon' pay off

My choppa, it's sick, nigga, that's why the Drac' cough

These niggas be pussy, they flake off

My future bright like I'm taking my shades off (Damn)

[Verse 2: Filmer]

Smoke the pot when we rap in the stu' (Yeah)

Get the bag, and we stack it, on boo

In the Royce, or we slide in the coupe (Shh)

Down to catch a lil' body or two (Bow)

Down to catch a lil' body or four (Four)

Couple shooters, they stay by the door (Who?)

Extra mags, man, they up and reload (Bow-bow)

Ten bands, and they slide on the low (Skrrt)

[Verse 3: D'Aydrian Harding, Filmer]

He said that he making it ten, we gon' skrrt off, tires scratchin', hop in the Benz (Skrrt)

Trackhawk is so loud and so fast when I'm hittin' the gas, I get lost in the wind (Huh, huh)

She childish, she act like a kid, so fuck the bullshit, I'ma hop on her friend (On God)

This the last you gon' hear us, so cut the beat off, man, you already know this the end

[Spoken Interlude: D'Aydrian Harding, Filmer]

Nah, ain't no way you gon' end the song off like that

Bruh, it's too hard, bruh, it's too hard

I mean it was hard, but, bro, we gotta give them more than that

That was a minute-long, bruh

You want to?

I think we got to

It's not really our choice, man

'Ight, bet

[Verse 4: D'Aydrian Harding]

You thought we was done, but we got some more of that

If you want beef, we outside (DoorDash)

If you wanna step, we outside (Doormat)

If you wanna flex, we outside (More cash)

Hop in the Tesla, no keys, and it's tinted

I scratched off the lot, check the tag, it ain't rented (Damn)

I got a bad bitch, bend her over and drill it

These niggas, they hate us, we stand on the business (On God)

I know that I'm golden, I will not retrieve her

I hit her one time, I'ma snatch her and leave her (Ruff)

On YouTube, I'm blowing up, just off the meter

Man, Cuda, take over, I need me a breather (Uh)

[Verse 5: Filmer]

Now that I'm back, gon' be talking my shit (Okay)

'Member the time I ain't ever had shit

Look like a bum, but you know that I'm rich

Look at the gang, man, you know that we lit (Let's go)

I don't got to keep guac' in my pocket to show these lil' niggas, they know I'm legit (I'm him)

I stay in the A, I feel like El Chapo, the way I'm controlling this shit (Ha)

I play the nice guy, you pushed the wrong button, we ended up blowing this bitch (Boom, boom, boom)

Niggas be watching, watching my life, I might just go and start me a Twitch (Yeah)

[Verse 6: D'Aydrian Harding]

I'ma hit from the back, have her screamin' (Ah!)

Off the Molly, she booted, she geekin' (Yeah)

I'ma fuck the bitch, then hit the Griddy

Her nigga keep calling, ain't know she was cheatin' (Damn!)

[Verse 7: Filmer]

Like Serena, you knew we bring racks in

Spend a five, gotta double, bring back ten (Damn)

Crazy money, people thinking we trappin' (Damn)

Face down, love to see how that back bend (Yeah)

[Verse 8: D'Aydrian Harding, Filmer]

Back bending, she low-key an acrobat (Okay)

She a blunt, so you know that we passin' that

Nigga, I'm sober, so don't even pass me that

My bad, gang, you know that this rap is cap (My bad)

You good, they know that we cappin' too (On God)

Going crazy, it's first time up in the stu' (On God)

We top-2, and on God, we ain't number 2 (On God)

You on top, nobody can fuck with you

[Outro: D'Aydrian Harding, Filmer]

Damn, you really believe that shit?

On God

On God, see (Haha, ayy, ayy)

This why I fuck with you, ayy

We 'bout to hop out the studio, we went too crazy, and, uh

By the way, we ain't dropping no more music, this a one-time thing

So, ayy, fuck these niggas, we gone

On God