Bad Lucc - Lift Off lyrics

[Intro: Problem] 354 Lift off! [Verse: Bad Lucc] f** with me I go hammers, beams all in my cameras Black and white, them the pandas, and we don't f** with them pandas I used to ride that fifth wheel, pull a Vols up at [?] B-A-D, I'm the man, you understand, DLG on my canvas Rock red, I'm a raider, baby, magazines, no Fader, baby When I move, move major, baby, family first, no favors, baby Fat boy and he's workin', play with yourself, not jerkin' Better talk to this n***a like [?], I keep a fifth on my person Down bad, I go all out, I break bread with my crew In them Jordan 6, grab my dick and tell a b**h (What it do?) Yeah, I slang verses for a couple zones, no [?], b**h, I'm hustlin' Racked out and it's nothin', head shot, we go pumpkin Talk the talk like a preacher, I'm too damn good for a feature My brother Prob' gon' eat ya, this my cla** and I'm the teacher Boy, I light it up and go bar for bar, go above the law with the raw If I show a flaw, them pistols draw, put a hunnid thou on my pa Give me give me dollars, b**h, I wanna ball I'm looking like a shooting guard, I'm f**ing off It's Diamond Lane until I'm under city, baby Real n***a can't play me, or fade me n***a, all about the dollars I used to want the '96 Impala I growed up and I'm throwed b**h, that's on the vogues [Outro: Problem] Lift off! n***a, lift off! Yeah, lift off! Lift off! 354, lift off! (Whaaaat) 354, lift off! (Whaaaat) 354, lift off! (Whaaaat) 354, lift off! (Whaaaat) 354, lift off!