Lyrics to Take It There

[Intro]
Hey
It's BRIII with the three I's
Hold up, I don't know the fuck you on
Broke-ass bitch, got your lip filler on Groupon

[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm bustin' pipes tell my jeweler flood my two-tone
Need a bigger Birkin 'cause I swear this clip is too long
All these bitches are my sons, I'm 'bout to start a group home
Rollin' up my dead opps, tonight we smokin' Mulan
I don't think you wanna take it there, I don't play it fair
I got hitters that will take it there, make 'em disappear
I got shooters that got clips as long as Jamaican hair
Al my bitches with the shits, jump a bitch, we ain't fightin' fair

[Verse 1]
That bitch ain't poppin', she just poppin' Percs
I just pull up in a Wraith, my opps pull up in a hearse
Ten bands, twenty bands, that's a new pursе
Ten bricks, twenty bricks, bitch, I trap work
Put a fuckboy in the ground, now hе Joe Dirt
Watch your tone when you talk to me, bitch, you get slapped up
You can get shot like a movie if you act up
Aim the chopper at your gut, give a ho a tummy tuck

[Pre-Chorus]
Loudest in the room, but I move in silence
You's a scary ho, you don't resort to violence
You's a broke bitch, I'm on resorts in islands
Come get your man, bitch, he in my DMs wildin'

[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm bustin' pipes tell my jeweler flood my two-tone
Need a bigger Birkin 'cause I swear this clip is too long
All these bitches are my sons, I'm 'bout to start a group home
Rollin' up my dead opps, tonight we smokin' Mulan
I don't think you wanna take it there, I don't play it fair
I got hitters that will take it there, make 'em disappear
I got shooters that got clips as long as Jamaican hair
Al my bitches with the shits, jump a bitch, we ain't fightin' fair

[Verse 2]
My money taller, I got height now
All these basic bitches pipe down
On my dick like dykes now
These bitches sleepin' on BRIII, think they need a nightgown
Bitches think they want smoke, tell 'em I'm sending shots now
Been rushin' to the money, I'm not talkin' Moscow
Tell him that this pussy wet, he gon' bring the mops out
Don't make my hitters shoot your block down and bring the cops out
We don't do no drive-bys, all my hitters hop out

[Pre-Chorus]
Loudest in the room, but I move in silence
You's a scary ho, you don't resort to violence
You's a broke bitch, I'm on resorts in islands
Come get your man, bitch, he in my DMs wildin'

[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm bustin' pipes tell my jeweler flood my two-tone
Need a bigger Birkin 'cause I swear this clip is too long
All these bitches are my sons, I'm 'bout to start a group home
Rollin' up my dead opps, tonight we smokin' Mulan
I don't think you wanna take it there, I don't play it fair
I got hitters that will take it there, make 'em disappear
I got shooters that got clips as long as Jamaican hair
Al my bitches with the shits, jump a bitch, we ain't fightin' fair