[Intro: Takeoff]
Yo, Migo
QC
Murda

[Chorus: Takeoff]
So n***as wanna hate on me, huh?
So n***as wanna plot on me
They're jealous, and they envy me (why?)
Cause I'm really, who they wanna be
I ain't never did a sneak diss
Call my hitman quick to put you on the hit list
I guess they mad cause we young and rich
I guess they mad cause we fucked their bitch

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
First off B.I.G. may you rest in peace
Killed my n***a Pac and Biggie over jealousy
Vegetarian shooter, he gon' kill ‘bout that celery
Hollow tip that sang it for you, here, feel the melody
N***as plottin' while I’m on vacation in Beverly
Offset told me press the button like the game of Jeopardy
I’m pressing it, n***as wanna hit me for my necklaces
Diamonds VVS, but that juug was never sent for
You either respect or like Nike, we checkin' you
You fuck n***a try me, my n***as go reckless
Never will you catch me naked, young Mel Gibson, keep lethal weapons
Stomping a fuck n***a out, with thousand dollar Giuseppe's
Boss shit, only boss n***as, in my section
[Chorus: Takeoff]
So n***as wanna hate on me, huh?
So n***as wanna plot on me
They're jealous, and they envy me (why?)
Cause I'm really, who they wanna be
I ain't never did a sneak diss
Call my hitman quick to put you on the hit list
I guess they mad cause we young and rich
I guess they mad cause we fucked their bitch

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Hey hold on, hold on, where Takeoff at?
My brother, Takeoff, he in trouble
I’m heating these n***as in 'sace jacket, that’s a $1800 sweater
I’m getting to that cheddar, my life is so better
Fuck n***a mad, ‘cause I’m a trendsetter
Chain got rocks so, I’m looking at your pebbles
I’m rocking the stage and I keep heavy metal
I got the ether like Nas, I’m strapped up with ammo and bombs
I’m telling my n***a go get you because of the money, it itching they palms
"Prrrm doom doom" that’s a hundred round drum
On Sunday in church with my moms
I'm Asking the lord for forgiveness because he know the dirt that I've done

[Chorus: Takeoff]
So n***as wanna hate on me, huh?
So n***as wanna plot on me
They're jealous, and they envy me (why?)
Cause I'm really, who they wanna be
I ain't never did a sneak diss
Call my hitman quick to put you on the hit list
I guess they mad cause we young and rich
I guess they mad cause we fucked their bitch
[Verse 3: Offset]
Fuck n***a you saying we dissing?
Mistletoe chopper, them bullets, come kissing
Don’t enter Atlanta without no permission
Leave ‘em stanking like chitlins
Got n***as that come threw your chimney
Like the Grinch that stole Christmas
Did a 8 month sentence, I did it, came home to the riches
You n***as ain’t relevant, pussy they pecking that melony
Offset the veteran, putting the pack on the measurement
You n***as got so much jealousy, I keep the pistol with felonies
Young n***a I'mma have to teach you a lesson
"Glaw! Glaw!" Hit his ass with a Smith and Wesson
Can't go back to jail cause this shit is depressing

[Chorus: Takeoff]
So n***as wanna hate on me, huh?
So n***as wanna plot on me
They're jealous, and they envy me (why?)
Cause I'm really, who they wanna be
I ain't never did a sneak diss
Call my hitman quick to put you on the hit list
I guess they mad cause we young and rich
I guess they mad cause we fucked their bitch