Wop Longway Takeoff

(Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)

Yeah, it's Gucci (Wizzop)

Uh (Deuce)

1017, yeah (1017)

They said money make me arrogant, I said it make me show off

Back when my dough was low, man, it make me kick your door off

Not really a rapper, man, this shit just is a throw-off

Pistol-whipped him so bad that his ear damn near tore off

Bring my pot, yeah

Cook that shit in your house

Stash house in the suburbs

It ain't even got no couch

I ain't bring no condoms

'Cause I'm only gon' fuck your mouth

Gucci, man, I'm so South

Penthouse from the poorhouse (6)

Colder than an icehouse

Painkillers at my house

I got mega millions, still ain't got more cash that my spouse

Yeah, my bitch a brick-house

Yeah, I ran a brick house

Arthur Blank, I run Atlanta, I might take a Vick out

She's so thicc, I drop the racks, then I pull my dick out

Extendo with the dick out

And she like how it stick out

She ask 'bout the wifi and Gucci brought a brick out

Heard them niggas hatin'

So we go bring them sticks out

448 need to ball hard

You should be appalled how a young nigga throw down

Stick hit your top like Adolf

Gotta keep the wifi, hit 'em with the hotspot

Cook a 36 in a Crock-Pot

Sauer Sig make his shirt a tie-die

And I get the spinach, no Popeye

It's your main bitch, naw, she a thot-thot

Red dot on your head, that's a hot-spot

We gon start steppin' till we fire-fire

Pull up on 'em with the stick and make 'em pop out

Made a hunnid thou' cash when I dropped out

Dropped a ticket, made the NBA lockout

Seen him spillin' 'bout our business, I'll pop out

Fire fire leave ya like like caca

Gon' bring it out the stove too, the fire hot

They said money make me arrogant, I said it make me show off

Back when my dough was low, man, it make me kick your door off

Not really a rapper, man, this shit just is a throw-off

Not really a rapper, man, this shit just is a throw-off