Snow

I might just let it go
My new watch let it snow
My new watch let it snow

I might just let it go
My new watch let it snow
They trying to take my flow
I got it set in stone
Like where's my credit ho
Young pack just said it though
Got racks all on the floor
I might just let it go

Fill up my car with my weed it's the gas
Im doin my thing why they talking that trash
Going straight ahead bitch I'm not lookin back
Lockin on like im heat-seeking the cash

How are you I'm fantastic
Yeah I'm straight chilling with a bad bitch
She ain't tell me she was catholic
If I ain't get a yes I ain't pass it

Tell me no
I dont know
I can't even see my flow
What you mean
Thats just me
I can't do this shit for free
Damn, wait how much you make last week bro?
Why don't they want me to rest
Look out below I be coming up next
Walk in the room bitches breaking they necks
Looking up at me like shit he the best
Treat them like buttons the op gettin' pressed
Taking your bullets I don't need a vest
Know that she bluffing I'm calling her bet
And I left her alone now she gettin' upset

I might just let it go
My new watch let it snow
They trying to take my flow
I got it set in stone
Like where's my credit ho
Young pack just said it though
Got racks all on the floor
I might just let it go

Noodle rapping with the pack
Gettin' money put the team on the map
Call up the plug they come with the sack
You got the green, I got the cash
Twenty bands finna cop me a dub
Pouring up like I be filling a tub
Filled to the top red solo cup
Drinking it straight cause I don't give a fuck
I've been working in my goals
Fuck what other people say
Thought they were homies
Turns out they're just lames
Clowns getting agro need to get up out my face
I don't catch up I'm the one who has to set the pace
Never sticking with your goals it's looking like a phase
Me and pack in the stu we don't need no praise
Been working overtime only doing mine
No fucks to give if I make you lose your shine
That shit ain't me
On that healthy shit I'm going green
Bitch I'm waist deep
Beef to vegan smoking broccoli
Yeah I got the key

That boy got the key
Ain't nobody gonna want to fuck with me
She ain't want to fuck but she stuck with me
I'm not gonna front I be stacking the cheese
Running in bitch I be chuckling shooting they shot but I'm ducking in fuck out my face
Coming in should I be mumbling getting that bag I don't fumble it beating the race
Cheating the case
Wasn't my fault why they leaking the tapes
Open the vault I can't peak in the safe
Working all day never taking a break
Can't fuck with a fake

I might just let it go
My new watch let it snow
They trying to take my flow
I got it set in stone
Like where's my credit ho
Young pack just said it though
Got racks all on the floor
I might just let it go



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Writer(s): Parker Schaich
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