RIP TAKEOFF - Intellectual

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You don't know what you got until that bitch gone

I hop in that car and they watch me take off

I feel like the Migos, RIP Takeoff

You was just a lame, shit, you gotta branch off

She gettin' some pape, I don't give her my all

Yeah, he was just up, now he gotta fall off

Yeah, I'm in the game and yeah, I gotta ball

Yeah, gettin' this money, I'm puttin' my G's in my pocket

Yeah, [?] the watch, I'm not in a bucket, bitch, I came with rocket

Hell nah, I don't hate nobody

Guess not if you hated on me

You know it's Rick Owens on my body

I'm havin' these bitches, they run in the lobby

I came with drum and it's not a tommy

I'm on the drugs, conceited zombie

Is that my bitch? I don't know, probably

Is that your bitch? I don't know, probably

They on my dick, they ridin' it proudly

I been bullyin' shit like my name Rowley

Yeah, I'm in that Rick like Abercrombie

Rockin' that Rick like Hollister

I got a gun in this holster

Came with the glime, bacteria, germ

Yeah, they stealin' the swag, they watch and they learn