Takeoff - Come Up Off Of That lyrics

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Takeoff - Come Up Off Of That lyrics

[Hook: Juicy J] Take a n***a sh** make him come up off that Sellin' in the hood and come up off that Them pills, them bricks, them pounds Come up off that That chain, that watch, that rang Come up off that [Verse 1: Juicy J] Broke I could never be, I woe hoes like a melony I know what I'm sayin' so n***a f** what you tellin' me Cash is the motto Choppers is auto Throw these goons in my team and that it gin in the bottle From Memphis Ten where snitchin' is sin What you was planin' to start, I'm fixin' the end I swear to my kin ain't no b**h in me n***a And if it ain't bout no money then don't mention me n***a I got shooters on a payroll Shoot when I say so Catch you n***as loafin' with them burners and take all your dope I got my drivers and my riders choppers on deck And I got my money I can cut the check [Hook: Juicy (x2)] [Verse 2: Takeoff (Quavo)] A cutie is cooking as coming from a garden, I even pull up with a cutie I'm hitting the blunt and I pointed the Actavis, trippy I feel like I'm Juicy The AK, the AR, the Uzi In Chinatown cooking up sushi I'm cooling my n***a don't fool sh** cuz if its the business my n***a run to it (In the hood with them villains I got raw rap and no dealin' Come up out of that Bentley Young n***a snatching go end this I'm walking around with the nina I'm taking your dough like a pizza You food in the hood we eat ya Cause I gotta look out for my people My n***a be trappin' illegal We pull up in Rio, got birds and a whole lotta eagles) Young n***a all strapped with the mula I see a f** n***a you know that I shoot ya My diamonds on diamonds Jacuzzi Don't try or get stomped with the Uzi (I'm walking around with the Ruger I feel like that n***a [?] [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Project Pat] I did time with the car tailers, going like a yard sale Burned his own dick, you get smoked like some thrown wheels Clientele, crack sales, flipping birds from the front Digital scales, jail sails, n***as tell on their moms Trust none, I ride on you son like Harleys Counting out the show money smoking Bob Marley Snow bunnies Bombay it's bout to be a party Kids loving me on TV like ICarly I ain't athletic but I'm definitely balling Win this beef, no police, goons I be calling Ak 45s, prepare for the balling Got me mixed up like gumbo, New Orleans [Hook x2]