[Intro: Takeoff]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Takeoff]
It cost a half a ticket for a glass wrist (Half a milli')
But it ain't cost me nothin' for this bad bitch (Ain't cost me nothin', ho)
We the ones that break the stage (Break), then get paid (Pay)
Came in the game, get yo' stain, bet the opps know all our names (Bitch)
Ain't you entertained? (Ho) I bossed her, now she plain (Plain)
The struggle where we came (Struggle), there's smoke bеhind my game (Smoke)
[Verse 2: Quavo]
(Soo, grrah)
Shots get to firin', 'causе some niggas got to hittin' (Hittin')
Made 'em spin twice, 'cause I swear I thought he missed (Go)
Fuck that smoke shit, I got ice on my wrist (Ice)
Still get my hands dirty, I'll wash 'em 'til it's drenched (Soo, soo, soo)
[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
Bitch, it's the Rocket with all of these chains (Bitch, it's the Rocket)
She got a nigga, but shit, she told me she doin' her thang (Shit, that's cool)
Where there's a plug, well, none are more rockin' right now on terrain (Where there's a plug, oh)
This the type shit that's out yo' lane
[Chorus: Quavo]
Type shit (Type shit), this the type shit (Let's roll)
This the type shit that get yo' bitch hit (Smash)
This the type shit that got you trendin' (Trend)
Killed the right quick but we ain't finished (No)
[Verse 4: Takeoff]
I pour a pint and drink that shit in thirty minutes (Drink, lean)
Ever since I jumped up off the porch, I been gettin' it (Get it)
Thinkin' 'bout them bags we had stashed in the kitchen (Bags)
They said that society had turned me to a menace (Fuck society, fuck 'em)
[Verse 5: Offset]
Calling shots (Brr)
Order the semi's, then score on the opps (Score)
Scrape up the pennies before I was poppin' (hey)
Fuck her, dismiss her, I'm that type of guy (Get out of there)
Upping my fire and I'm waving it (Fire)
Take off the top, I done gutted it (Gutted it)
Call me two harlet before I had busted it (Before)
Flex on you niggas, this shit gettin' ugly (Ugly)
I got a Patek inside of the Cullinan (Ah)
I tell her suck on me, I tell her fuck on me
Keep it a buck with me, up and it's stuck with me (Yes, sir)
If we get into it, you niggas gon' duck for me (Go)
Niggas go buck for me, shoot up the club for me (Shoot)
They want the recipe, body like Nestlé
Try get the best of me, but I ain't going (No)
She like an athlete, nigga, don't threaten me
Put out a hit, in two-months and he gone (Hit)
Put out the bitch, she was here for too long (Put out)
We don't need a loan, the mob Capone (Mob)
I make an M with a blindfold (Woo)
Jump out the gym with some bows of the dope (Hey)
Them niggas spinnin', they takin' they souls (Spin)
Want a promotion, now he gettin' blowed (Blow)
Y'all niggas already know (You know)
Set ain't no ho, he gon' come as a ghost
[Chorus: Quavo]
Type shit (Type shit), this the type shit (Let's roll)
This the type shit that get yo' bitch hit (Smash)
This the type shit that got you trendin' (Woo, trend)
Killed the right quick but we ain't finished (No)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Takeoff]
It cost a half a ticket for a glass wrist (Half a milli')
But it ain't cost me nothin' for this bad bitch (Ain't cost me nothin', ho)
We the ones that break the stage (Break), then get paid (Pay)
Came in the game, get yo' stain, bet the opps know all our names (Bitch)
Ain't you entertained? (Ho) I bossed her, now she plain (Plain)
The struggle where we came (Struggle), there's smoke bеhind my game (Smoke)
[Verse 2: Quavo]
(Soo, grrah)
Shots get to firin', 'causе some niggas got to hittin' (Hittin')
Made 'em spin twice, 'cause I swear I thought he missed (Go)
Fuck that smoke shit, I got ice on my wrist (Ice)
Still get my hands dirty, I'll wash 'em 'til it's drenched (Soo, soo, soo)
[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
Bitch, it's the Rocket with all of these chains (Bitch, it's the Rocket)
She got a nigga, but shit, she told me she doin' her thang (Shit, that's cool)
Where there's a plug, well, none are more rockin' right now on terrain (Where there's a plug, oh)
This the type shit that's out yo' lane
[Chorus: Quavo]
Type shit (Type shit), this the type shit (Let's roll)
This the type shit that get yo' bitch hit (Smash)
This the type shit that got you trendin' (Trend)
Killed the right quick but we ain't finished (No)
[Verse 4: Takeoff]
I pour a pint and drink that shit in thirty minutes (Drink, lean)
Ever since I jumped up off the porch, I been gettin' it (Get it)
Thinkin' 'bout them bags we had stashed in the kitchen (Bags)
They said that society had turned me to a menace (Fuck society, fuck 'em)
[Verse 5: Offset]
Calling shots (Brr)
Order the semi's, then score on the opps (Score)
Scrape up the pennies before I was poppin' (hey)
Fuck her, dismiss her, I'm that type of guy (Get out of there)
Upping my fire and I'm waving it (Fire)
Take off the top, I done gutted it (Gutted it)
Call me two harlet before I had busted it (Before)
Flex on you niggas, this shit gettin' ugly (Ugly)
I got a Patek inside of the Cullinan (Ah)
I tell her suck on me, I tell her fuck on me
Keep it a buck with me, up and it's stuck with me (Yes, sir)
If we get into it, you niggas gon' duck for me (Go)
Niggas go buck for me, shoot up the club for me (Shoot)
They want the recipe, body like Nestlé
Try get the best of me, but I ain't going (No)
She like an athlete, nigga, don't threaten me
Put out a hit, in two-months and he gone (Hit)
Put out the bitch, she was here for too long (Put out)
We don't need a loan, the mob Capone (Mob)
I make an M with a blindfold (Woo)
Jump out the gym with some bows of the dope (Hey)
Them niggas spinnin', they takin' they souls (Spin)
Want a promotion, now he gettin' blowed (Blow)
Y'all niggas already know (You know)
Set ain't no ho, he gon' come as a ghost
[Chorus: Quavo]
Type shit (Type shit), this the type shit (Let's roll)
This the type shit that get yo' bitch hit (Smash)
This the type shit that got you trendin' (Woo, trend)
Killed the right quick but we ain't finished (No)
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