Chapter 1

[Produced by Will A Fool] [Hook: Takeoff] Trendsetters, go-getters, drug dealers Dope dealers, all my niggas Can’t leave that house without your pistol then I fucks with you Pimp niggas, can’t forget about my rich niggas Bad bitches independent that don’t need a nigga Ain’t got no flaws, pause, bitch look like a model picture Ball, we gon’ buy it all, hit the mall with you This for them niggas and them bitches been through pain with you Get the picture? [Verse 1: Takeoff] Trap niggas trap in the trenches They been fingerprinted, they all in the system Rest in peace Sandra Bland and Michael Brown I pray I don’t become a victim Rest in peace Pistol Pete, nigga I miss you Smoking that OG gas bag in a swisher Drinking on codeine, don’t fuck with that Henny And it’s 7% alcohol in it Free West Side, he doing five That’s a sentence, time ticket Want my niggas to be free so they can just see how we living That boy Freaky, he be geekin’ on them Xans, trigger itching Look like Kim Possible from Disney, I send him on a mission Niggas throw salt on your pimping, they can’t wait to catch you slipping Tripping, burnt out niggas [?], don’t know what these niggas sipping Trapping that contraband, never run out of narcotics Drug dealer that is my nigga Asian persuasion, caucasian, black, white, and Jamaican I never discriminate races [Hook: Takeoff] Trendsetters, go-getters, drug dealers Dope dealers, all my niggas Can’t leave that house without your pistol then I fucks with you Pimp niggas, can’t forget about my rich niggas Bad bitches independent that don’t need a nigga Ain’t got no flaws, pause, bitch look like a model picture Ball, we gon’ buy it all, hit the mall with you This for them niggas and them bitches been through pain with you Get the picture? [Verse 2: Offset] Got a bitch up in the kitchen whipping up Diana Got a banana, black bandana hang off the handle Trapping the Porsche, hit the panel Stuffing the dope in the camel My niggas is too hot to handle This is a real nigga anthem Bad bitches, independent, on her business I pull up in the phantom and I got ten models with me Plus ten choppers with me Sipping on drink, my doctor with me Fuck that ho in a drop top Bentley Too many shooters so you cannot get me Hop in the foreign, and jump out the Bentley These bitches sucking on dick so don’t kiss me Ain’t talking money so dismiss me Your bitch keep telling me she miss me She eat up the molly like Nestlé Call me sir when you address me Don’t let the money get the best of me Can’t let these niggas get the recipe [Hook: Takeoff] Trendsetters, go-getters, drug dealers Dope dealers, all my niggas Can’t leave that house without your pistol then I fucks with you Pimp niggas, can’t forget about my rich niggas Bad bitches independent that don’t need a nigga Ain’t got no flaws, pause, bitch look like a model picture Ball, we gon’ buy it all, hit the mall with you This for them niggas and them bitches been through pain with you Get the picture? [Verse 3: Quavo] Ball players, trap niggas, trendsetters Gang members, we the same niggas Thick women, little bitty women Big mama, little mama, y’all the same sister I been on my grind, I beat the odds I know that I tried at least a thousand times My grandmama died, she stay on my mind At least I let her see me at the top and I made her smile I keep it real for my niggas, got love for my niggas Remember them days, we kicking in doors, came up off of pistols And it’s so sad niggas in your hood hating on you But it’s all good, you got niggas cocked and aimed on ‘em [Hook: Takeoff] Trendsetters, go-getters, drug dealers Dope dealers, all my niggas Can’t leave that house without your pistol then I fucks with you Pimp niggas, can’t forget about my rich niggas Bad bitches independent that don’t need a nigga Ain’t got no flaws, pause, bitch look like a model picture Ball, we gon’ buy it all, hit the mall with you This for them niggas and them bitches been through pain with you Get the picture?