Let It Blow (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

My nigga Deltah in them pots
Uh (uh)
Uh (uh, Steve Drive)
Uh (uh), uh (uh)
Uh

I ain't with the beefin', come outside, bitch, and let it blow
Gang get to tweakin' when we ride, hop out, let it go
Shorty wanna fuck, I tell her, "Slide", make her drop it low
"Say, why you got extended in your mag?", it's what these bitches for

I ain't with the beefin', come outside, bitch, and let it blow
Gang get to tweakin' when we ride, hop out, let it go
Shorty wanna fuck, I tell her, "Slide", make her drop it low
"Say, why you got extended in your mag?", it's what these bitches for

Let's go, my Balmains, they be hangin' low (Lil Uzi)
That .40 with a .30 on my side, fuck nigga, don't get smoked (bow)
These R&B ass niggas wasn't outside, what they singin' for? (At all)
Lil Uzi Vert, yes, I was right outside by the corner store (uh-uh)

Fuck the bitch, vámonos (bye, bye), yeah
Told the bitch, "I gotta go" (gotta go), yeah
That's that give and go (woah)
Pass that bitch to Meemo (woah)
She just wanna test my Rolls (woah, woah)
She just wanna feel my golds (aye)

"Why the fuck your neck on froze?" (woah, woah)
'Cause I got the check, lil' hoe (got the check)
Light diamonds on my neck made her sneeze (yeah)
I had to bless your hoe (woah)
I ain't never test that hoe, man, she brung her friend, they bisexual (let's go)
Nigga talk shit then we shoot him, aim at his throat, he a vegetable (bye-bye)
All my niggas on go, my niggas pull up, you know they come through (woah)

I ain't with the beefin', come outside, bitch, and let it blow
Gang get to tweakin' when we ride, hop out, let it go
Shorty wanna fuck, I tell her, "Slide", make her drop it low
"Say, why you got extended in your mag?", it's what these bitches for

I ain't with the beefin' (uh-uh), come outside, bitch, and let it blow (Steve Drive)
Gang get to tweakin' when we ride, hop out, let it go
Shorty wanna fuck, I tell her, "Slide", make her drop it low (bow, bow, bow)
"Say, why you got extended in your mag?", it's what these bitches for

No I could not wife none of these whores (uh-uh), Dior out the store (bitch)
Better keep your pipe up on you boy, I'll have 'em at your door (boy)
Better run for life, a roar applaud, clap you at that store (clap, clap, clap)
Uzi dropped that load, we known for slaughter, better cuff your daughter

And I ain't finna fight with a nigga over no bitch, keep your bitch in order
You better not bring no knife or no fist, got my switch on auto
Young niggas play for keeps, check your peeps, they know that's my motto
Fuck nigga get to tweakin' in this bitch, you can catch a hollow
Thot bitch eat the skeet, she a lil' freak, told the bitch to swallow
Fucked it off on guns, now I'm tryna buy my block like Ralo
Big stepper in this bitch, I just pulled up like I just hit the lotto

I ain't with the beefin', come outside, bitch, and let it blow
Gang get to tweakin' when we ride, hop out, let it go
Shorty wanna fuck, I tell her, "Slide", make her drop it low
"Say, why you got extended in your mag?", it's what these bitches for

I ain't with the beefin', come outside, bitch, and let it blow
Gang get to tweakin' when we ride, hop out, let it go
Shorty wanna fuck, I tell her, "Slide", make her drop it low
"Say, why you got extended in your mag?", it's what these bitches for



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Writer(s): Durk Banks, Symere Woods, Dayvon Daquan Bennett
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