Let Shit Ride

If it's smoke then we address it don't let shit ride
Ain't just flexin' with that pole might let that shit fye
Remember me and Joe would pray to God that we go big time
And now I got a bag and all these diamonds on my wrist shine
If it's smoke then we address it don't let shit ride
Ain't just flexin' with that pole might let that shit fye
Remember me and Joe would pray to God that we go big time
And now I got a bag and all these diamonds on my wrist shine

Had to flex up on these n got my racks up
Don't play with hoes just kick her out if she gone act up
Ball like starters and you balling like the back ups
And I ain't talking Joey Bosa run my sack up
Ran that bag up on they ass and now they mad as hell
My n got his second strike he can't go back to jail
Can't say hello from other sides them ain't shots at Adele
N play we hit em up like Tupac Makavel
These n soft as flowers call em dafadel
I think your homie mr crabs cause we gone crack his shell
Smokin diesel n probably think my pack from shell
Howard and O'Neal I be posted up like Shaq and 12
At your door Jehova witness play then you witness Jehova
Sippin' on that sprite but n this ain't just a soda
All my n strapped I guess I'm posted up with soldiers
Gas it got me lazy boy but I ain't in the sofa
And I don't fuck with n usually I'm moving dolo
And I don't fuck with 12 so I be tryna' lose the popo
And I know Stevie gone but I still feel him in my soul though
Fell in love with my new bitch give a fuck about my old hoe

If it's smoke then we address it don't let shit ride
Ain't just flexin' with that pole might let that shit fye
Remember me and Joe would pray to God that we go big time
And now I got a bag and all these diamonds on my wrist shine
If it's smoke then we address it don't let shit ride
Ain't just flexin' with that pole might let that shit fye
Remember me and Joe would pray to God that we go big time
And now I got a bag and all these diamonds on my wrist shine



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Writer(s): Devin Long
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