Problem, Bad Lucc - Lift Off lyrics

354 lift off!

Fuck with me I go hammers
Beams all in my cameras
Black and white, them the pandas
And we don't fuck with them pandas
I used to ride that fifth wheel
Pull a Vols up at
B-A-D, I'm the man, you understand
DLG on my canvas rock red, I'm a raider
Baby, magazines, no Fader, baby
When I move, move major, baby
Family first, no favors, baby
Fat boy and he's workin', play with yourself
Not jerkin' better talk to this nigga like
I keep a fifth on my person
Down bad, I go all out
I break bread with my crew in them Jordan 6
Grab my dick and tell a bitch (What it do?)
Yeah, I slang verses for a
Couple zones, no, bitch, i'm hustlin'
Racked out and it's nothin', head shot
We go pumpkin talk the talk like a preacher
I'm too damn good for a feature
My brother Prob' gon' eat ya
This my class and I'm the teacher
Boy, I light it up and go bar for bar
Go above the law with the raw
If I show a flaw, them pistols draw
Put a hunnid thou on my pa
Give me give me dollars, bitch, I wanna ball
I'm looking like a shooting guard
I'm fucking off
It's Diamond Lane until I'm under city, baby
Real nigga can't play me, or fade me
Nigga, all about the dollars
I used to want the '96 Impala
I growed up and I'm throwed
Bitch, that's on the vogues

Lift off! Nigga, lift off! yeah, lift off!
Lift off! 354, lift off! (Whaaaat)
354, lift off! (Whaaaat)
354, lift off! (Whaaaat)
354, lift off! (Whaaaat) 354, lift off!