LET IT HIT

(Yeah!)

Movin down 38th street with a draco
Seen my cup gone like damn where the drank go
Red in my hair and my motherfuckin' sprite tho
Killers on move while I'm counting up this bankroll
Rockstar
Trapstar
Get a nigga whacked on
Bullshit
Drill shit
Crack him like a damn whip
Rockstar
Trapstar
I'mma turn the noise up
I'mma turn the punks up
I don't give a damn fuck

Nigga need to stand down
Cause I always been stand up
Niggas need to man up
Crowd got they hands up
I'm a rockstar so you know I got my bands up
T dub blazin' with the bros and it's Kinta
"Lemon what the hell you gon' do next"
I swear they can't tell
Crowd lift me up like a barbell nigga
Smith and Wesson, came from God it's a blessing
I learned my lesson

Yeah!
Okay ridin' with the shit hoe
Aye I could give a fuck bout a blick hoe
Aye run into the front with a stick up
Aye run into the front with a clip
Let it hit
Let it hit
Motherfucker let it hit
Let it hit
Let it hit
Motherfucker let it hit
Let it hit
Let it hit
Motherfucker let it hit
Yeah!

Jacko in the booth
I cop a package get it through
Shorty swear to god she playin scrimmage went and shot a few
Got an ounce and a quarter pound I'm smokin' on a bow
Coppa tried to pull me over had to speed it up and get low
We get bands on em
Grands on em
Had to speed it up get fast on em
I'mma go head and get up I get my mans on em
Choppa swear to god keep spraying shot out 10 rounds
I keep drugs in my system I be spaced out
Choppa got a trigger finger it just wanna squeeze
I'mma get up on that bitch I do just what I please
Do my dance I do it jiggy getting jiggy feet
IDA pull up roll up rolling with that heat



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Writer(s): Wake Ida
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