Stefflon Don - Take Off lyrics

[Intro: Stefflon Don] Uh, Don [Verse 1: Stefflon Don] Just touch down pon a dinner date (Had to take you somewhere nice) I'm sitting with Drake Heard b*tches got mad when the Don came New money coming through, baby, make way I don't know why these gyally wanna act hard (Nothing dem ah do) But dem love talk I'ma show dumb hoes how the ting spark Shots fresh compressed aiming for your heart And I'ma pop 'til there's nothing left in the barrel Gyally gon' sing like they singing Christmas carols Ain't no gyal that be realer than me Made it out the hood where my ni**as killing for P KKK, Kings Killing Kings for free Mad ting, my own family Try turn against me, that's a sad ting But I won't cry, fu*k 'em, never trust 'em 'til I die They ah problem but I'm problematic, look but never try Yo, they hate me for helping dem And it hurts when I think about the ting still Cah' they move like I ain't come up off the same meal Like I don't know how bagging up a brick feel Before I signed this big deal Swear this sh*t's real Stay down 'til you come up Stay down, yeah, I stayed trill Money in the bank, cash in the till Properties, I'ma bill pon Jamaican hill [Chorus: Kojo Funds] I see dem pussies straight fire, ya ya Make them bloodclaats scream, "Ay ay ay" Gimme the place, give me the time Big up di Killys dem, yes, by my side Yeah, hee, oh ay, yah yah Straight shots through the sky-y-y (Oh oh oh) Badder than dem, look pon my eye Got the real Killy, dem on my side [Verse 2: Stefflon Don] Don't panic, Don got the auto to the mattic b*tches want war, bring the devil, let 'em back it Claiming they ain't shook, why they shaking like my rabbit? Cah' they know I'ma buss like ni**as do black magic Anyhow this b*tch slip like nipples on Ms. Janet Whole squad gettin' robbed like Kim did in Paris London back to Brum Brum where mi come from From Jamaica to Kingston dat ah mi island Yo, ah mi a di King Kong, dem ah sing song Beat my chest like a drum, watch the whole ah dem ah run Duppy dem push dem off a bridge like mi push mi pen Sendin' shots, tell 'em come again, mi nuh 'fraid a dem Badmind ah kill di pussy dem, fu*k di whole ah dem Cah' mi rather dead fi hunger then walk and beg friend b*tch, I'm lit, hundred milly sh*t, Dweller on my wrist I'm a boss, if I ain't eating, then none of you ni**as sh*t How you hate me? It's crazy, I still don't understand I'm yuh fu*kin' little sis, what happened to gang, gang? Yo, it's mad, but I'm focused on a bag, jet lag At the same damn time, I had to bury my dad b*tch, I'm bad and my heart cold, but far from an arsehole Walking through the valley in the shadow of death Vampires tryna su*k me from the back of my neck There ain't no power in your tongue, so you can't block my step [Chorus: Kojo Funds] (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I see dem pussies straight fire, ya ya Make them bloodclaats scream, "Ay ay ay" Gimme the place, give me the time Big up di Killys dem, yes, by my side Yeah, hee, oh ay, yah yah Straight shots through the sky-y-y (Oh oh oh) Badder than dem, look pon my eye Got the real Killy, dem on my side [Outro: Kojo Funds & Stefflon Don] Oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Swear this sh*t's real, yeah Like I don't know how bagging up a brick feel Before I signed this big deal Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yah, yah, yah, yah Rhymes