eli the gr8 – takeout lyrics
[intro]
i like chinese mexican and soul food
don’t throw shots or i’ll take out your soul fool
how many times have i told you?
don’t try me or you’ll get trolled fool
i’m not scared of no mole fool
yeah i’m throwback and i’m old school
my lyrics is deep like a whole pool
verse 1:
what’s up with you clout chasers?
flexing but be fakers
i’m the finesser, the bread taker
i can take care of you i’m a caretaker
shake you up like a milkshaker
smoke you out like a smoke vapor
slay you out like a light saber
cut you up like a sharp razor
light you up like a metal taser
shut you up like duct taper
i’m a run up like a track racer
take charge like a town mayor
i put in work so it’s labor, it’s not minor but its major
we not friends and we not neighbors
because you’re not in my zone or my nature
i eat y’all up like now & laters, i eat y’all up there’s no flavor
you get leftovers you’re the scr-pers
i don’t chase you haters but i chase this paper
y’all like takeout
so i takeout the people that be talking
on social media on my page always stalking
be so scared so you start blocking
if i run up on you , you better start walking
verse 2:
i’m like an -ss-ssin
take you out inna quick fashion
i’m not the flash but i’ll be flashing
run up the check, bust you in the neck
then i get to dashing
just because i’m little don’t mean i’m not strapping
every time you scroll you see me start tapping
don’t light me up or i’ll start g-ssing
if you hardheaded i’ll get to cracking
get it in your head before you get the action
you acting funny with the questions you asking
y’all do it for the cameras y’all be acting
i’m the soul you’re the ashes
you be mixing i be matching, you be failing i be p-ssing
you be lacking i be having, you be spending i be stacking
did i scare you off ? get your bags start packing
verse 3:
i don’t think y’all know that i’m competent
you’re thinking about yourself you’re incompetent
i don’t gotta compete, there’s no compet-tion
i don’t need to try out or audition
add the money like addition
subtract the friends make them disappear, like a magician
when you act weird
you start to be suspicious so ima take you out
put you in a bad condition
so bad that you’re gonna need a mortician
there isn’t no debate or no pet-tion
if wanna beef with me you need my permission
stay in your position, or else i make sure you go missing
i’m still a christian, but don’t get it twisted
make you sick you’ll need a prescription
mess with me you’ll regret and start wishing
i hate you over hypocriticals, y’all so critical
but not political
acting like minion, so despicable
you never get lucky, no miracle
y’all be telling lies, so mythical
no voice but you digital
i know you’re type, because you’re typical
i don’t gotta fight, to hurt you physical
i can kick you out, like a principle
it’s the principle, i don’t mean it’s literal
i’m just lyrical, and i’m spiritual
hating on me is your ritual
takeout
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