Let Go
[Verse 1]
Pull up on a n***a with my pants down
I tried to show them love, but I done switched up my demeanor
I can never diss a n***a if I ain't never meet him
I'm trying to get my people out of F.E.M.A, Katrina
I heard you cuffing girls, you not a robber you a sneaker
Woop got more stripes than them Addidas
Crackas want to do a n***a just like Emmett Till
Drop 2 in a 20, drinking Emmitt Smith
Foreal
Pull up on a busta with my pants down
Hundred round drum show your a** Woop, hit it
He a b**h n***a man look at his face
Nothin' but surf boards, Woop a tricky wave
n***a I'm the man in my city
I can't go to Disney cause I was f**ing Minnie
Mouse rat b**h left a hickey
You can not be down, FIFA round, we don't kick it
All black suits, Blues Brothers, Twin Bentley, you feel me
I'm gonna smoke that k**, till that motherf**er k** me
Blunt thicker than a cheesesteak come from Philly
Leanin' on a dirt bike, n***a pop a wheelie. Catwalk
Jit mac screamin' knockin' caps off
Why the f** you think he tote a mac for
Mac 90 and Mac 10, Mac 11
So when it's beef n***a better add mac sauce
Dang
I'm the type of n***a, shoot a f** n***a dead in his face
She bite down on the pillow when I'm hittin' her
I hit her from the back, don't wanna see no love face
Two white b**hes in a rental, one s**ing dick
The other one she snortin' from the cake
We got drink on the way, I'm gon' f** both of y'all ay bay bay
Me and my n***as tighter than a lifestyle
Let them choppas do, I did it right now
700 block that's my lifestyle
She don't get right, go right around
Pigeon shooter game from a Hawk
You can hear the beast in a n***a when he talk
28 gram real quick Marshall Faulk
Beef with a geek rather let the choppa talk
Damn
[Hook]
Baby let's talk some money (Talk some money)
I knock you off for money (Off for money)
And everytime we have a convo (A convo)
It always come back to money (Talk bout money)
Boy you be actin' money (How you get money)
So broke that you lookin' bummy (How you get money)
I got them new blue hundred's (I got them new ones)
I can help you with money (Them baby blue ones)
All the bad b**hes love money, money
All the bad b**hes love money, love money
All the bad b**hes love money
All the bad b**hes love money
You a hustle n***a get money
If you a hustle n***a get money
I fell in love with the money
I fell in love with the money
[Verse 2]
Tool, Woop boostin' up the murder rate
Shoot ya man down, we don't say a thing
Everybody clap like a stadium
Filled with Gator fan's at a Gator game
Country n***a sippin' on that act right
Young Woop, n***a live a jack life
Dawg lost his momma to a crack pipe
That's why he servin' jumpy jays Jack White
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Stripe on that chop you can army gun it
Spit that sh** backwards go Bravo Johnny
Jack spot jit got a pump, and a tommy
Whole hood geeked thats them 700 mummies
*Oh you want lean got that bottle with me*
Pull up real clean with a model with me
Shoot your little brother down, and your GG
Catch another body n***a for the free free
Beef ain't nothing to me cause I done beat the deep freeze
Let my diamonds dance, thats them VV's
He showing need for a n***a so much, imma turn the b**h man to ....
Two twin Glocks got ten, pow them
Wanna rap beef you can PenPal him
Money on his head you can PayPal him
Catch him down slippin' imma take care of him
[Hook]
[Outro]
Pull on on a n***a with my pants down
Hundred round drum show ya a** Woop, get it
He a b**h n***a man look at his face
Nothin' but surf boards, Woop a tricky wave
Damn
Ay, Ay
Damn
Ay, Ay
Pull up on a n***a with my pants down
Hundred drum show ya a** Woop, k** 'em
He a b**h n***a man look at his face
Damn, Damn
f** it hit it
Pull up on a n***a with my pants down
Hundred drum show ya a** Woop, ya a** Woop
He a b**h n***a man look at his face