midwxst - Let It Rip lyrics
[Intro] Yeah, woah Yeah, woah Yeah, woah Yeah, woah [Chorus] I'm at the top, don't think that I'm stoppin' Makin' some songs, my friends tell me drop 'em Designer on me and you know that I'm coppin' Walk into Saks, 'cause you know that I'm shoppin' I'm in the top two and I am not second Bro got a chop and he's holdin' that weapon Feel like a teacher, I'll teach him a lesson (BenjiCold, why you icy?) Like Ash, you already know I'ma catch him [Verse] I got that rod on me, let's blast Talkin' that sh*t, we beat your ass You wanna talk, but don't got class Countin' my money, I watch your ahh Up in the bank and it never go down The hollow tips on the motherfu*kin' rounds Do not think I can let my mama down I'm doin' my best, I'ma make her proud (Yeah) And I think I want your ho, sеllin' out my shows Balenci' my toes, squad I keep 'em closе This the life I chose, ain't do this too low Stayin' with my bros, talk to me, but watch your tone You want that smoke so we pull up with sticks And now you don't wanna talk sh*t I gotta a choppa, that sh*t finna rip Beyblade, we gon' let that b*tch spin Shout out the gang, yeah, shout out my twins King of the dough, b*tch, I always win Doin' for family, I do it for kids Free all my brothers that's locked in the pin I finna get attacked, [?] stickin' pole Only wanna talk sh*t through a damn phone I been makin' money by singin' in home Talkin' to me, boy, you better watch your tone Shout out to Antonio, R.I.P Tone She said I'm not sh*t, but I'm makin' her moan I feel like I'm Zee! 'cause I'm up in New York I'm puttin' in effort, I'm puttin' in work I know your girl want me, yeah, she tryna flirt I don't even want her, but I know you hurt Come with the cash if you want a verse Killin' my features, put 'em in a hearse Kill them motherfu*kers, put 'em in the dirt I was real down bad, think I had a curse But I'm up at the top, I ain't stoppin' Know ni**as hatin', I know that they watchin' Accepting defeat, that cannot be me I mixin' the cap up with a Louis V I feel like Pharrell, I'm been rockin' ICECREAM Bapestas, [?], stay on the feet I need the money, but [?] Smokin' on gas, it's all in the brain [?] when I'm off the plane I know they cappin', but that sh*t still don't make sense Walk in with a stick, stick, know you don't wan' get hit Now I'm makin' them hits, hits, no walkin' no miss now Bro coppin' my fits, fits, don't wanna be lame, man He tellin' a fib, fib, I know that boy lyin' [Chorus] I'm at the top, don't think that I'm stoppin' Makin' some songs, my friends tell me drop 'em Designer on me and you know that I'm coppin' Walk into Saks, 'cause you know that I'm shoppin' I'm in the top two and I am not second Bro got a chop and he's holdin' that weapon Feel like a teacher, I'll teach him a lesson Like Ash, you already know I'ma catch him