OUTTATUNE - Take Off

Let me spark up for old time sake
When I'm up in smoke I'm gone without a trace
Fly to outer space on a Buzz like Aldrin
They say I'm sick so my flows appalling
Sportin' Air Jordans so I'm gon take off
Pull up in a Porsche hell of a trade off
Money like Madoff bread I don't break off
Fly the coop then I take off

Outta's - boutta - take off
Never - took a - day off
Fuck a day job I'm a boss take a loss
If you want beef then bring the steak sauce

Bars like a convict
You don't wanna start shit
You don't want smoke
Less it's blowing out the Crown Vic
I'm well rounded - sound pounding the speakers
Ground-breaking the crowd-shaking in they sneakers
Dexter in the lab so we sippin' on the beakers
Only takes Tune to make a crowd pleaser
Put you in the dirt face down on a T-shirt
Put it in reverse then skirt in the beater

Outta's - boutta - blast off
Fuck it - take a - mask off
All they - do is - trash talk
But they - on the - last straw

I'm a masta like Bruce Lee
I'll chop you up like Suey
Bars erupt from the loose leaf
Hot to the touch flow Fuji
Need a bad bitch who's boujee
Feed me grapes drape me in Gucci
Shoot a movie in the Jacuzzi
Teleport, smoke a doobie

Outta's - boutta - pop off
BITCH - I'm the - top dog
WOO! - it don't - stop nah
Not till I get taken away in a cop car

Let me spark up for old time sake
When I'm up in smoke I'm gone without a trace
Fly to outer space on a Buzz like Aldrin
They say I'm sick so my flows appalling
Sportin' Air Jordans so I'm gon take off
Pull up in a Porsche hell of a trade off
Money like Madoff bread I don't break off
Fly the coop then I take off

Written by:
Matthew Harlovic, Peter Harlovic

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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