Takeoff’s verse on Going Out Sad is probably my favorite verse from him. He was spitting real shyt about claiming a thot thats ran thru.
3rd verse
I can't, go out, sad about no bytch
Who me? Takeoff never mad about no bytch
Depressed need to get some off my chest, ain't stressed about that bytch
She let, me nut on her chest, you still arrest that bytch
Bad, yeah lil' mama bad, you let her get the Jag and crash
That's goin' out sad
You took on her on a date with dad
The question is boy did you smash?
Been strong week and a half, and everything you get to get a bytch have (tricked you)
Aw man, goddamn, these nikkas goin' out sad
Wifin' ho's up, there's not one nikka the hood done been had
Smash, cuff, but you can pass, ignore but can't erase the past
If she fool you once, shame on her, if she fool you twice it's yo ass

Chuuch