Let Shit Go
First off
Of top
I'm all about my money
We could plan your funeral if you trynna take it from me
Everybody round me hungry
Yea them bands a make her dance
But this clip a have you dancing like a monkey
Don't be playing wit me buddy
Call ya manz lil buddy
You got mad off them jokes
Hahaha
That shit funny
Wipe ya nose that shit runny
I'm asshole
Ain't nobody bout to fuck me
Yea I ain't from chi town so
I ain't realy got no oops
All I know is duck the cops.
Couple niggas talk a lot but really they don't want know props
I'm just me
Keep it real
I ain't never gotta flodge
I ain't in no fuckin gang
Just know a couple niggas mob
You try them
I react like you was talking to my moms
I don't hold it in
I just let shit go
I don't hold shit in
I just let shit go
If it's pressure
I want smoke!
I'm a 305 rider
Don't need no damn lighter
I'm always drop fire
I'm always top prior
Yea that's dope
I got more
I only attract buyers
Don't tell me what you got
I don't fucking like liars
Graduated from the streets
No diploma
Young rich nigga, now yall better refer to me as owner.
You ain't gon talk to me how you wanna
I ain't the type to get on my knees to earn some commas
Put some respect
Out Ya Beck
Like you talking to you Momma
When you say Gunna
Nigga ain't been no fronter
Uh Uh Uh Huh
I don't hold it in
I just let shit go
I don't hold shit in
I just let shit go
If it's pressure
I want smoke!
Of top
I'm all about my money
We could plan your funeral if you trynna take it from me
Everybody round me hungry
Yea them bands a make her dance
But this clip a have you dancing like a monkey
Don't be playing wit me buddy
Call ya manz lil buddy
You got mad off them jokes
Hahaha
That shit funny
Wipe ya nose that shit runny
I'm asshole
Ain't nobody bout to fuck me
Yea I ain't from chi town so
I ain't realy got no oops
All I know is duck the cops.
Couple niggas talk a lot but really they don't want know props
I'm just me
Keep it real
I ain't never gotta flodge
I ain't in no fuckin gang
Just know a couple niggas mob
You try them
I react like you was talking to my moms
I don't hold it in
I just let shit go
I don't hold shit in
I just let shit go
If it's pressure
I want smoke!
I'm a 305 rider
Don't need no damn lighter
I'm always drop fire
I'm always top prior
Yea that's dope
I got more
I only attract buyers
Don't tell me what you got
I don't fucking like liars
Graduated from the streets
No diploma
Young rich nigga, now yall better refer to me as owner.
You ain't gon talk to me how you wanna
I ain't the type to get on my knees to earn some commas
Put some respect
Out Ya Beck
Like you talking to you Momma
When you say Gunna
Nigga ain't been no fronter
Uh Uh Uh Huh
I don't hold it in
I just let shit go
I don't hold shit in
I just let shit go
If it's pressure
I want smoke!
Credits
Writer(s): Richard Preval
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