PapeMakin - Takeover (feat. JuggsterJuu)

Yeah, c'mon, uh-huh, yeah, nigga
Me and Shxts takin' over, riding down the street, police said, pull over
Big bro hit you with that brr, like a motor oh yo girl bad nah, mines Colder
This that loud pack, you can really smell the odor
See, yeah, see just that wavy flow, yeah
Fuckin' with your jermain, cause We ridin' a Uber
Girly give me butt, it's cool, she Was a tutor
Yeah, that bitch freaky
Girly want Ocean P, she got a biggie bag
Make some gangsta music 20, I can't relate to it
That ain't even my style, beat it stupid
Bro on the corner, and we did it to em'
I'm 30 minutes out, I'm finna pull in
Ayy, bout to park the Benz, pull in
Know what I'm finna do, Oh i heard my mans is fake
We gettin' rid of you, get my boys on your head
That's what them hitters do, bitch, I'm out in the field
And I'm hittin' two
What's that playin the back
Bill Withers boo
I'm gettin' to this money, I can't love on you
On the ball for the crowd, I'm gon' find my way
I do the same shit, damn near every day
I'm tryna get this money, damn near every way
I ain't Mike Tyson, but I'm a heavyweight
I had to drop my mans, cause he dead weight
You keep playin', I hit you in your Head, man
You drop a distant at me, you a dead man
You wanna play, you gon' have to eat lead, man
Nigga, I be cut since 11
Brody, you a hoe, heard you at her telling
Girly text me off the liq and she Ruin my mood
I was gettin' cheese with my backpack, I ain't talkin' school
Brody off the wock and drowned in the pool
Yeah, nigga
Riding down your street
Tryna bump into me, I mean bump into you
Honestly, I don't have a clue
I love red, red, and I hate all the blues
Touchin' paper off scams, not dog food
Girl, I'm cold-hearted, well, it was nice to meet you
Cause, baby, I don't like you cause you rude
I say, put the money in the bag cause I do this
Yeah
Baby, I'm dripped out cause I'm goin' to Ruth Chris
Baby girl dumb cause she actin' so stupid
Boy, you got scammed, man, he sold you some bootleg
He thought you was gettin' purple, but you got green and red
Oh, you mad cause your girl chose me instead
Oh, you said it's up, leave it up there
I'm tryna go somewhere big, but I'm stuck here
You said jewels on my level, you ain't up here
She said she wanted lobster, she got coney
I don't even want you, you can mess with my homie
If we're bein' honest, I don't think y'all could hold me
Rather be broke by myself than Rich fake homies
Yeah, I'm finna act with Quan
That's my rich homie
Bro, he tried to play with me, he don't even know me
Yeah, come on
Uh, yeah, nigga

Written by:
ANTONIO RENARD SMITH

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