Take Off - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Slim Dunkin]

My music down low, but my trunk going humble

Hey, pussy nigga mugging, they don't want no trouble

Treat him like a quarterback and then surround him like a huddle

38 up in my lap, that butch sound like thunder

Now, let me change the subject, this here about stunting

Twenty-eight's on the Chevy, that bitch green like Publix

And sucker nigga hating, but all the hoes all love it

Hey bitch, you want a ride? I'll pull my dick out, better suck it

I'm smelling like money and y'all ain't worth a penny

Put some grass on these diamonds, but my face is worth a million

Two-hundred on the J's, but my swag cost a billion

I'm in love with bad bitches, I done fucked about a trillion

They say that looks could kill and boy, I'm 'bout to make a killing

I swag off in the club, these women flocking like pigeons

I ain't rapping, I ain't acting, boy, I do this for a living

I need a model bitch who's there to taste me like dinner

[Chorus: Slim Dunkin]

I'm swagged up, I'm iced out

These hoes chewing from the diamonds in my mouth

I'm smoking kush, so hoe, I'm high

I'm taking off 'cause bitch, I'm fly

Bitch, I'm fly (take off)

[Verse 2: Slim Dunkin]

The club going stupid, so I'ma go retarded

Smoke three blunts, oh baby, I'm just getting started

Irene kush stinking like a nigga farted

Hey, Waka, fuck flexing, shawty, we stunting

Hoes all over the club, I ain't speaking, they think I'm fronting

'Cause if it ain't 'bout money, bitch, I ain't saying nothing

Chaz got me by the bar, taking shots, my stomach bubbling

And no, don't think the southside ain't [?]

Got Dae Dae outside, busting choppers on some enemies

When them shots rings off of you, you're dead where you're standing

We do this every night, so you can't say that I'm just rap it

Got the raw round of applause when you heard them pistols clapping

We came here with five, baby boy, we still Fabbin'

I'll hit you in your chin and leave you flying like Aladdin

Big B's in the air, so you know I'm red flagging

I'm leaning on the Caddy, so I'm stunting like my pappy

Bitch

[Chorus: Slim Dunkin]

I'm swagged up, I'm iced out

These hoes chewing from the diamonds in my mouth

I'm smoking kush, so hoe, I'm high

I'm taking off 'cause bitch, I'm fly

Bitch, I'm fly (take off)

[Verse 3: Wooh da Kid]

Who's whip hotter? Ask your chick

'Cause when she grip, I think she blew the soul out a nigga dick

You gotta pay for the rest, I ain't that type of guy

And I would stick around, but I gotta fly

Take off, you know I'm in the fast car

Swerving in and out your chick like a NASCAR

One bitch in the bed, the other on the lap

One blowing the dick, the other hold the sack

I ain't worried 'bout a man, Wooh da Kid strapped

Got your bottom, got your main, put them on the track

A hundred shots in the [?] for the wise guy

Since a kid, bitch, I always been a fly guy

[Chorus: Slim Dunkin]

I'm swagged up, I'm iced out

These hoes chewing from the diamonds in my mouth

I'm smoking kush, so hoe, I'm high

I'm taking off 'cause bitch, I'm fly

Bitch, I'm fly (take off)