Taking it out 创作者：
Dababy

N/A

调：B minor

Verse 1
Cm 
I'm thinkin' 'bout takin' it
out (for what?)
Eb 
Ab 
It's hard to pop shit with my grill in (ha)
Cm 
I can 't let it fuck up my flow
Eb 
Let these lil' niggas run up the score
Ab 
and I still win (ha)
Cm 
I swear I'm that nig ga without
it (let's go)
He touch me, he gon' die
on the scene
I'ma pay me a lawyer and sit
in the county (yeah)
You ain't built how I'm built,
they ain't seen what I seen
Ab 
Cm 
I don't want none of these niggas
around me (nuh- uh)

Verse 2
Cm 
Ain't a nigga alive can
take credit from me
I was already lit when
they found me (nah)
Any niggas just bluffin',
ain't nobody touched me
So I know these niggas
ain't 'bout it
Ab 
Eb 
You ain't slap 'em when you heard
Ab 
that boy talkin' down
Cm 
You must feel the same
way that he do
Eb 
And you know we gon' check
it, I ain't really trippin'
Cm 
Can't wait 'til the day that I
see you (on gang)
Fm 
Eb 
You fuck niggas glass,
Fm 
see- through (ha)
Cm 
Fm 
Know I'm on they ass, Evisu (yeah)
Eb 
Fm 
All my jewelry's splash, seafood (ha)
Cm 
Say he got a bag, me too (nigga)
Shout out my BM, that's
Mimi (Mimi)
Ab 
Cm 
We been low, like four hundred
rounds (four deep)
It's just me and Ridada and
Ab 
Tiji (on gang)
Cm 
I got my jewelry from
Johnny (it's a movie)
Turn on that motherfuckin'
TV (ice)
Everyone, turn off your lights
I bet you still motherfuckin'
see me (yeah)
You know it's a light show (ha)
Ab 
In love with that iron
Cm 
You know I got it everywhere that I go
Really out my mind
Come playin' with me, he
gon' die slow (ay, ay)
Ab 
Cm 
They think I'm a psycho (ha)
Like my money blue, y'all niggas green
I do this with my eyes closed
Fm 
Cm 
Put me  in a room,
four hundred niggas
Gimme a blindfold
Fm 
'Cause you niggas ain't
Cm 
'bout that (bitch)
Eb 
Lemme see where that mouth at
Cm 
When I pull out that iron
I bet you niggas won't
get that clout back
And if I wasn't rich and already lit
I'd pull up where your house at
Bitch, you know God great and
everything's straight
Took a loss and I bounced back
So when they make a diss,
I ain't gon' say shit
I ain't finna talk back (ha)

Verse 3
Cm 
I'm thinkin' 'bout takin' it out
Eb 
It's hard to pop shit with my grill in
Ab 
Cm 
I can 't let it fuck up my flow
Let these lil' niggas run
Eb 
up the score and I still win
Cm 
Fm 
I swear I'm that nigga without it
Eb 
He touch me, he gon' die on the scene
Fm 
Cm 
I'ma pay me a lawyer and sit
Fm 
in the county (okay)
Eb 
You ain't built how I'm built,
they ain't seen what I seen
I don't want none of these
Cm 
niggas around me, nigga

Verse 4
Cm 
Huh (bitch ass nigga)
I'm the best motherfuckin' rapper,
Ab 
Cm 
man
Fuck with this chop, realest nigga alive
Real nigga, rock star
(Nigga, quit playin' with me,
I'm too raw for you)
Baby Jesus AKA motherfuckin'
Baby now
(Too motherfuckin' raw for this
shit)
We ain't worried 'bout shit, nigga
We ain't worried about shit, nigga
(It's too late now, nigga)
Fuck what you talkin' 'bout, nigga
I'm in there now, nigga
We in there
We in there
Db 
That ain't the baby, that's my baby