Takeoff D’Aydrian Harding (Ft. Filmer)

[Intro: D'Aydrian Harding]
(Humble Greatness did this one)
"I'm ready to take off" lookin' ass
(Flexus)
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

[Verse 1: D'Aydrian Harding]
I'm ready to take off, nigga talk tough, then we blowin' his face off (Bah, bah)
All this cake got us havin' a bake off, I stay in the field like I play in the playoffs (Uh)
All this hard work, on God it's gon' pay off
My choppa is sick, nigga, that's why the Drac' cough
These niggas be pussy, they flake off
My future bright like I'm takin' my shades off (Damn)

[Verse 2: Filmer]
Smoke the pot when we rap in the stu' (Yeah)
Get the bag and we stack it, on boo
In the Royce, or we slide in the Coupe (Shh)
Down to catch a lil' body or two (Bow)
Down to catch a lil' body or four (Four)
Couple shooters, they stay by the door (Who?)
Extra mags, man, they up and reload (Bow-bow)
Ten bands, and they slide on the low (Skrrt)

[Verse 3: D'Aydrian Harding & Filmer]
He said that we makin' it ten, we gon' skrrt off, tires scratchin', hop in the Benz (Skrrt)
Trackhawk is so loud and so fast, when I'm hittin' the gas, I get lost in the wind (Huh, huh)
She childish, she actin' like a kid, so fuck the bullshit, I'ma hop on her friend (On God)
This the last you gon' hear it, so cut the beat off, man, you already know this the end