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Description
Main Artist: Lefty Gunplay
Main Artist: Big Hit
Main Artist: Hit-Boy
Producer: Hit-Boy
Composer Lyricist: Franklin Scott Holladay
Composer Lyricist: Chauncey Alexander Hollis Jr
Composer Lyricist: Chauncey Hollis Jr.
Composer Lyricist: Anthony David Orozco
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yeah, I feel like J. R. Smith. Look, what?
Bomb party. It's the famous gangbanger.
It's Lefty Gunplay, OTR, only superstar.
Grrah!
I said four A, two right, Corcoran shoot APOD.
Foreign in a tank top, that AR knock his face off. Feel like J. R. Smith every time I'm in the playoffs. Man, I think I'm
Takeoff, five, four, three, two, one.
My name is Takeoff, on the gang, bitch, I'm out of here. Call me Lefty Gunplay, on the gang, I'm starin' in the mirror.
Questionin' myself, tryna find who the fuck I am.
I'm really him, that's on the -gang, I am, I am, I am.
-I am who I am, call me Popeyes, I'm poppin' shit. Mr. Roadrunner, Mr. Meek Meek, I'm runnin' shit. Mr.
Elmer Fudd in the mud with big guns. They know I'm a Blood, but they call me Big Cuz.
I got blood out on the set, sniff out every red scent.
Right now a nigga big, but I don't break, bitch, I'm rich.
'Bout to give niggas the business, smoke every fuckin' witness. Can't afford to get caught up with some mark nigga snitchin'.
I ever hear "blurp," hop out and throw the dope.
Double back, grab my shit, laugh at him while I smoke. I got the coke rollin' loud, blowin' smoke screens in crowds.
Got my name on a blimp like Ice Cube in the clouds.
I make a hoe a housewife, not to sit on the couch tight.
Make the police doin' right, break the law, bringin' white. A couple cell phones for thirty-five blood, they gone.
Got Sentinel or four yard straight flooded with the drums.
I said four A, two right, Corcoran shoot APOD.
Foreign in a tank top, that AR knock his face off. Feel like J. R. Smith every time I'm in the playoffs. Man, I think I'm
Takeoff, five, four, three, two, one.
My name is Takeoff, on the gang, bitch, I'm out of here. Call me Lefty Gunplay, on the gang, I'm starin' in the mirror.
Questionin' myself, tryna find who the fuck I am.
I'm really him, that's on the gang, I am, I am, I am