"Take You From It" lyrics
(feat. Black)
[Black:]
You used to strugglin', now, I'ma I take you from it
Put red on your bottoms, Cavalli your body
I promise, Imma Burkin all your bags
I'm your Future, here, to take you from your past
She catch a couple plays and some skirts too
That's why you deserve everything, that I do for you
And you can tell them old niggas that they 'old news'
Imma take you from from it
[Peewee Longway:]
I'ma Take you from that sucker shit, I promise
Let you drive Peewee Longway Honda
Turn you on that trapper marijuana
I promise, all dat used to be shit; stayin' witcho mama
Emilio Pucci, Burkin purses, Ferragamo
3-65, my bih gon pop dem face hundreds
Now she shoot the skirt and catch the work from California
They ain't got nothing on you, two twin 'raris California
I turned the bitch on ro real, now she don't fuck with losers
Thank she shootin' shit, she said-
'I look the coolest, my Frank Muller
No more struggling, she living life, like a movie
We up in Beverly Hills, rolling two gram doobies
Longway!
[Black:]
You used to strugglin', now, I'ma I take you from it
Put red on your bottoms, Cavalli your body
I promise, Imma Birkin all your bags
Im your Future, here, to take you from your past
She catch a couple plays and some skirts too
That's why you deserve everything, that I do for you
And you can tell them old niggas that they 'old news'
Imma take you from from it
[Peewee Longway:]
Too much Medusa-dusa, got my bitch exclusive
Swear to God, she look the cutest in a Emilio Pucci
I like to stand on my bitch, I drop them bands on her
Ain't no filter on my bitch, don't put your hands on her
Peach Crush, Pineapple, I like my drank real muddy
Don Juan, double cup, I toast 'em wit' my buddies
I'm just being honest, when I tell you I got that pocket monster
Everything 100, I'm talkin' bands, in my pocket, homie
Everything Cavalli, on me; I'm 'Honest', molly on me
I don't fuck with no fakers, phoney
Big boss shit, you can't clone me
I promise youuuuu-ouuu
Bands in my pants, still on me, no more struggling
Longway!
[Black:]
You used to strugglin', now, I'ma I take you from it
Put red on your bottoms, Cavalli your body
I promise, Imma Burkin all your bags
Im your Future, here, to take you from your past
She catch a couple plays and some skirts too
That's why you deserve everything, that I do for you
And you can tell them old niggas that they 'old news'
Imma take you from from it
You used to strugglin', now, I'ma I take you from it
Put red on your bottoms, Cavalli your body
I promise, Imma Burkin all your bags
I'm your Future, here, to take you from your past
She catch a couple plays and some skirts too
That's why you deserve everything, that I do for you
And you can tell them old niggas that they 'old news'
Imma take you from from it
[Peewee Longway:]
I'ma Take you from that sucker shit, I promise
Let you drive Peewee Longway Honda
Turn you on that trapper marijuana
I promise, all dat used to be shit; stayin' witcho mama
Emilio Pucci, Burkin purses, Ferragamo
3-65, my bih gon pop dem face hundreds
Now she shoot the skirt and catch the work from California
They ain't got nothing on you, two twin 'raris California
I turned the bitch on ro real, now she don't fuck with losers
Thank she shootin' shit, she said-
'I look the coolest, my Frank Muller
No more struggling, she living life, like a movie
We up in Beverly Hills, rolling two gram doobies
Longway!
[Black:]
You used to strugglin', now, I'ma I take you from it
Put red on your bottoms, Cavalli your body
I promise, Imma Birkin all your bags
Im your Future, here, to take you from your past
She catch a couple plays and some skirts too
That's why you deserve everything, that I do for you
And you can tell them old niggas that they 'old news'
Imma take you from from it
[Peewee Longway:]
Too much Medusa-dusa, got my bitch exclusive
Swear to God, she look the cutest in a Emilio Pucci
I like to stand on my bitch, I drop them bands on her
Ain't no filter on my bitch, don't put your hands on her
Peach Crush, Pineapple, I like my drank real muddy
Don Juan, double cup, I toast 'em wit' my buddies
I'm just being honest, when I tell you I got that pocket monster
Everything 100, I'm talkin' bands, in my pocket, homie
Everything Cavalli, on me; I'm 'Honest', molly on me
I don't fuck with no fakers, phoney
Big boss shit, you can't clone me
I promise youuuuu-ouuu
Bands in my pants, still on me, no more struggling
Longway!
[Black:]
You used to strugglin', now, I'ma I take you from it
Put red on your bottoms, Cavalli your body
I promise, Imma Burkin all your bags
Im your Future, here, to take you from your past
She catch a couple plays and some skirts too
That's why you deserve everything, that I do for you
And you can tell them old niggas that they 'old news'
Imma take you from from it
