[Intro: Takeoff]
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah
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[Verse 1: Takeoff]
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It cost a half a ticket for a glass wrist (Half a milli)
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But it aint cost me nothin for this bad bitch (Aint cost me nothin, ho)
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We the ones that break the stage (Break), then get paid (Pay)
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Came in the game, get yo stain, bet the opps know all our names (Bitch)
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Aint you entertained? (Ho) I bossed her, now she plain (Plain)
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The struggle where we came (Struggle), theres smoke behind my game (Smoke)
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[Verse 2: Quavo]
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(Soo, grrah)
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Shots get to firin, cause some niggas got to hittin (Hittin)
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Made em spin twice, cause I swear I thought he missed (Go)
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Fuck that smoke shit, I got ice on my wrist (Ice)
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Still get my hands dirty, Ill wash em til its drenched (Soo, soo, soo)
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[Verse 3: Takeoff]
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Look up in the sky, its a bird, its a plane
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Bitch, its the Rocket with all of these chains (Bitch, its the Rocket)
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She got a nigga, but shit, she told me she doin her thang (Shit, thats cool)
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Where theres a plug, well, none are more rockin right now on terrain (Where theres a plug, oh)
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This the type shit thats out yo lane
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[Chorus: Quavo]
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Type shit (Type shit), this the type shit (Lets roll)
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This the type shit that get yo bitch hit (Smash)
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This the type shit that got you trendin (Woo, trend)
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This the type shit that get yo shit split (Ooh)
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[Verse 4: Takeoff]
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I pour a pint and drink that shit in thirty minutes (Drink, lean)
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Ever since I jumped up off the porch, I been gettin it (Get it)
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Thinkin bout them bags we had stashed in the kitchen (Bags)
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They said that society had turned me to a menace (Fuck society, fuck em)
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[Verse 5: Cardi B]
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Look, I say this the type shit, bitches love to type shit
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I pull up Marine Serre, you know, in some tight shit
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My accountant think Im gay, all I do is buy shit
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From the projects to the private jets, Ive been a fly bitch (Mwah)
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Once hoes start doing bad, they need somethin they can blame it on (Woo)
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Bitches couldnt be as hot as me in the summertime with a blanket on (Grrr)
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Bitches really be puppets, Im in the Lamb-chop and I dont play along (Skrrt)
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Are you stupid, dumb, or slow? Got these frames from Ricky O
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All these verses I done slayed, all these looks that I done gave
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Could have let these fuck hoes drown, but I let them ride my wave
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Man, these hoes lookin real light and this ass lookin real heavy
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Feel like ‘Yoncé with this Birkin, but Im Rowland with this Kelly (Grrr)
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[Chorus: Quavo]
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Type shit (Type shit), this the type shit (Lets roll)
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This the type shit that get yo bitch hit (Smash)
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This the type shit that got you trendin (Woo, trend)
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This the type shit that get yo shit split (Ooh)
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[Verse 6: Offset]
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Calling shots (Brr)
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Order the semis, then score on the opps (Score)
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Scrape up the pennies before I was poppin (hey)
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Fuck her, dismiss her, Im that type of guy (Get out of there)
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Upping my fire and Im waving it (Fire)
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Take off the top, I done gutted it (Gutted it)
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Call me two harlet before I had busted it (Before)
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Flex on you niggas, this shit gettin ugly (Ugly)
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I got a Patek inside of the Cullinan (Ah)
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I tell her suck on me, I tell her fuck on me
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Keep it a buck with me, up and its stuck with me (Yes, sir)
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If we get into it, you niggas gon duck for me (Go)
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Niggas go buck for me, shoot up the club for me (Shoot)
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They want the recipe, body like Nestlé
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Try get the best of me, but I aint going (No)
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She like an athlete, nigga, dont threaten me
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Put out a hit, in two-months and he gone (Hit)
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Put out the bitch, she was here for too long (Put out)
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We dont need a loan, the mob Capone (Mob)
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I make an M with a blindfold (Woo)
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Jump out the gym with some bows of the dope (Hey)
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Them niggas spinnin, they takin they souls (Spin)
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Want a promotion, now he gettin blowed (Blow)
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Yall niggas already know (You know)
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Set aint no ho, he gon come as a ghost
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[Chorus: Quavo]
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Type shit (Type shit), this the type shit (Lets roll)
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This the type shit that get yo bitch hit (Smash)
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This the type shit that got you trendin (Woo, trend)
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This the type shit that get yo shit split (Ooh)
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[Outro]
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Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
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Mu-Mu-Mu-Murda
