Let It Rip
Ah yo!
Big lights on Paparazz
(Ok, wait)
I pull up in this mafucka with the entourage
Wrist on Häagen-Dazs
(Ok, wait)
If you ain't wit us, then you end up on the choppin' block
(Ok, wait)
She a go Shot-for-shot
I know that ass gon' drop like a sake bomb
(Ok, wait)
Light bright chakura
And I be hanging on the wall like a Basquiat
You got issues,
I got mine
I black out to feel alive
Back up off me, bitch I'm fried
Bust some shots off, let em fly
G-Star flex up on my fits
I can't help the way I drip
I ain't chose this way to live
It chose me and now I'm lit
Big bank, takin' lil bank roll
(What?)
Say she let me hit it on tape tho
(What?)
And i got strippers on payroll
(What?)
Venmo, Paypal, Peso
(What?)
Stackin' them bricks
Out in the field i'm the captain and shit
And its LIT
Whole clique here, I might let it rip!
Just check this
Just check this
Big bank, takin' lil bank roll
(What?)
Say she let me hit it on tape tho
(What?)
And i got strippers on payroll
(What?)
Venmo, Paypal, Peso
(What?)
Stackin' them bricks
Out in the field i'm the captain and shit
And its LIT
Whole clique here, I might let it rip!
Just check this
Just check this
Ultralights
I need it ultra bright
You bring me hope when I
I lose control tonight
Ultralights
I need it ultra bright
Mix up the potion right
Baby you're ultra bright
I know you are
Big lights on Papparazz
I pull up in this mafuckka with the entourage
(Ok, wait)
Wrist on Häagen-Dazs
If you ain't wit us, then you end up on the choppin' block
(Ok, wait)
She a go Shot-for-shot
I know that ass gon' drop like a sake bomb
(Ok, wait)
Light bright chakura
Light bright chakura
And I be hanging on the wall like a Basquiat
You got issues, I got mine
I black out to feel alive
Back up off me, bitch I'm fried
Bust some shots off, let em fly
G-Star flex up on my fits
I can't help the way I drip
I ain't chose this way to live
It chose me and now I'm lit
Big bank, takin' lil bank roll
(What?)
Say she let me hit it on tape tho
(What?)
And i got strippers on payroll
(What?)
Venmo, Paypal, Peso
(What?)
Stackin' them bricks
Out in the field i'm the captain and shit
And its LIT
Whole clique here, I might let it rip!
Just check this
Just check this
Big lights on Paparazz
(Ok, wait)
I pull up in this mafucka with the entourage
Wrist on Häagen-Dazs
(Ok, wait)
If you ain't wit us, then you end up on the choppin' block
(Ok, wait)
She a go Shot-for-shot
I know that ass gon' drop like a sake bomb
(Ok, wait)
Light bright chakura
And I be hanging on the wall like a Basquiat
You got issues,
I got mine
I black out to feel alive
Back up off me, bitch I'm fried
Bust some shots off, let em fly
G-Star flex up on my fits
I can't help the way I drip
I ain't chose this way to live
It chose me and now I'm lit
Big bank, takin' lil bank roll
(What?)
Say she let me hit it on tape tho
(What?)
And i got strippers on payroll
(What?)
Venmo, Paypal, Peso
(What?)
Stackin' them bricks
Out in the field i'm the captain and shit
And its LIT
Whole clique here, I might let it rip!
Just check this
Just check this
Big bank, takin' lil bank roll
(What?)
Say she let me hit it on tape tho
(What?)
And i got strippers on payroll
(What?)
Venmo, Paypal, Peso
(What?)
Stackin' them bricks
Out in the field i'm the captain and shit
And its LIT
Whole clique here, I might let it rip!
Just check this
Just check this
Ultralights
I need it ultra bright
You bring me hope when I
I lose control tonight
Ultralights
I need it ultra bright
Mix up the potion right
Baby you're ultra bright
I know you are
Big lights on Papparazz
I pull up in this mafuckka with the entourage
(Ok, wait)
Wrist on Häagen-Dazs
If you ain't wit us, then you end up on the choppin' block
(Ok, wait)
She a go Shot-for-shot
I know that ass gon' drop like a sake bomb
(Ok, wait)
Light bright chakura
Light bright chakura
And I be hanging on the wall like a Basquiat
You got issues, I got mine
I black out to feel alive
Back up off me, bitch I'm fried
Bust some shots off, let em fly
G-Star flex up on my fits
I can't help the way I drip
I ain't chose this way to live
It chose me and now I'm lit
Big bank, takin' lil bank roll
(What?)
Say she let me hit it on tape tho
(What?)
And i got strippers on payroll
(What?)
Venmo, Paypal, Peso
(What?)
Stackin' them bricks
Out in the field i'm the captain and shit
And its LIT
Whole clique here, I might let it rip!
Just check this
Just check this
Credits
Writer(s): John Dahlback, Nick L. Van De Wall, Christopher Lunde, Niklas Lunde, Randolph Newman
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