KXNG Crooked - Let's Go lyrics

[Verse 1: KXNG Crooked] The k**er standing in your front yard Gun bars motherf**er, we got gun bars Bullets spreading from your lumbar to where your lungs are Talking sh** like Donald, pull your trump card Chill with the angry rap, f** that Like pulling out when doggystyling, it's the comeback Corporate sponsors don't like it homie, what's that Still got n***as sitting in the drug trap Beautiful ignorance, I spew beautiful ignorance I'll f**ing shoot you what you think I do to some instruments? Real b**hes love my sh**, do the arithmetics They don't f** with your soft sh**, that's musical impotence Hell nah, I don't f** with y'all Glocks and them revolvers man, I done tucked them all I know the cops probably k** me with shots ‘cause I can't duck ‘em all I just pray to God my dying words is “f** them all” [Interlue] (Word, man) f** the motherf**ing police, man k**ing n***as with their hands up (On my mama) f** them motherf**er, man (Hate them motherf**ers) You know what, we got start k**ing them out here (Like doo, doo, doo) [Hook: KXNG Crooked] I'm just a shady a** n***a from the west coast Getting cash money ever since d**h Row Ain't no limit to the way I let my tec blow Rock a fella to sleep with a smith & wess yo I'm a ruthless bad boy n***a, let's go I'm a ruthless bad boy n***a, let's go I'm a ruthless bad boy n***a, let's go I'm a ruthless bad boy n***a, let's go [Veres 2: KXNG Crooked] Yeah, Fake n***as got the game falling I give a f** if you lames balling You don't like me, get to name calling I speak my mind like I'm James Baldwin Yeah, I'm raising hell while you're facing L's Losing yourself chasing sales, that's a major fail I'm ringing bells, blazing trails, n***a my paper swells All day I think of bars, blame my brain cells I'm getting drunk if you can't tell Ain't no gravity in this ho so I can't fail Fall, all you p**y boys go to hell If I tell you what I know, I'll probably go to jail But I think too futuristic to ever become a new statistic Like you predicted, right, I'm super gifted, right, and what I write is too descriptive We can get pugilistic, or I can shoot the biscuit ‘Cause I shoot terrific, you will lose if you get the ruger twisted Right, they're wondering where that real rap was Nah Statik, these n***as don't want to rap, cuz And I got some bloggers I don't like at all f** your site, n***a, put me on the cover of Final Call [Interlude] You f**ing mother f**ing punk a** websites (Like some Malcolm X sh**) You damn sites tried to k** hip-hop (The sh** here crazy, man) It's f**ing hipsters out here Posting all that soft sh** We don't f** with that soft sh** (We don't like that sh**, n***a, f** it) [Verse 3: Termanology] I'm just a grimy Puerto Rican from the east coast Squeeze toast, lifting off your chain, call me Debo In front of One Freedom Tower with the beams glowing All my goons hungry wolves with the teeth showing I'll run in the building where Darren Wilson live Wearing a Mike Brown mask and k** his pregnant b**h I got a military submachine navy gat That will put you where Brenda put the baby at I'll cut your tongue out, it's nothing you can say to that Just a mercenary machine that was made to rap And for the profit, I'll hit you with a dome rocket You should've went and bought a gun instead of foam posits A nine, 38, desert, and a mac milli Four different kinds of spitters like Black Hippy You act silly, I'll treat you like a clown, man Put a red dot on your nose and have you found dead I'm ruthless ‘til I die, call me Eazy-E But I bring the east coast sound like I'm in D&D Rest in peace Sean P, you was the rapping king Cop your thing one time in the air for Statik KXNG