Take Off

[Verse 1: Stefflon Don]
Just touch down pon a dinner date
Im sitting with Drake
Heard bitches got mad when the Don came
New money coming through, baby make way
I dont know why these gyally wanna act hard (Nothing dem ah do)
But dem love talk
Ima show dumb hoes how the ting spark
Shots fresh compressed aiming for your heart
And Ima pop til theres nothing left in the barrel
Gyally gone sing like they singing Christmas carols
Aint no gyal that be realer than me
Made it out the hood where my niggas killing for p
KKK, Kings Killing Kings for free
Mad ting, my own family
Try turn against me, thats a sad ting
But I wont cry, **** up, never trust em til I die
They ah problem but Im 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 aint come up off the same meal
Like I dont know how bagging up a brick feel
Before I signed this big deal
Swear this shits real
Stay down til you come up
Stay down, yeah I stayed trill
Money in the bank, cash in the till
Properties, Ima bill pon Jamaica hill
[Chorus: Kojo Funds]
I see dem pussies straight fire ya ya
Make them bloodclaats scream: Eye ya eye
Gimme the place, give me the time
Big up di Killys dem yes by my side
Yeah hee, oh eye, yah yah
Straight shots through the sky eye eye (Oh oh oh)
Badder than dem , look pon my eye
Got the real Killy dem on my side
[Verse 2: Stefflon Don]
Dont panic, DOn got the auto to the mattic
Bitches want war, bring the devil, let em back it
Claiming they aint shook, why they shaking like my rabbit
Cah they know Ima buss like niggas do black magic
Anyhow this bitch 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, **** di whole ah dem
Cah mi rather dead fi hunger then walk and beg friend
Bitch, Im lit hundred milly shit, Dweller on my wrist
Im a boss, if I aint eating then none of you niggas shit
How you hate me? Its crazy, I still dont understand
Im yuh ****in little sis, what happened to gang gangw
Yo, its mad, but Im focused on a bag, jet lag
At the same damn time I had to bury my dad
Bitch, Im bad and my heart cold, but far from an arsehole
Walking through the valley in the shadow of death
Vampires tryna suck me from the back of my neck
There aint no power in your tongue, so you cant block my step
[Chorus: Kojo Funds]
I see dem pussies straight fire ya ya
Make them bloodclaats scream: Eye ya eye
Gimme the place, give me the time
Big up di Killys dem yes by my side
Yeah hee, oh eye, yah yah
Straight shots through the sky eye eye (Oh oh oh)
Badder than dem, look pon my eye
Got the real Killy dem on my side
[Outro: Kojo Funds & Stefflon Don]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Swear this shits real
Like I dont know how bagging up a brick feel
Before I signed this big deal
Yah, yah, yah, yah
Rhymes