Let It Go (feat. Juu5ive & Spice Mundo)
Take it slow
Get your stress up in a bag
And let it go, let it go, let it go
Never let you down
Take another drag
And let it go, let it go, let it go
Shit, I stress a lot
Always give the best I got
Always change my voice
Can't stay the same, ain't got a choice
Gotta break the noise
Gotta face the void
Come out the bottom bitch
Make me rich
Show the crowd and throw some fits
Straight out the desert, Arizona
Go to Florida, in Miami
Win that Grammy
Ditch some people in my family
That's a bitch, but I'd be happy
Gold and diamond plaques, that's a bag
I need my racks and that's a show
Get that shit, I'll take it slow
Take it slow
Get your stress up in a bag
And let it go, let it go, let it go
Half a million on a check
Better hand out some respect
They can't play me like a hoe, oh, oh
Take it slow
Get your stress up in a bag
And let it go, let it go, let it go, oh, oh, oh
Never let you down
Take another drag
And let it go, let it go, let it go
Let it go
They know that I'm the GOAT
The one who crack them 4's
The one who smoke your bro
I never been a hoe
I never been a bitch
Can't conversate with a snitch
Leave lil' buddy in a ditch
Then I go about my day
With J's crew fucking your bae, aye
Hip-hip horay, let it go
They lovin' how I flow
Get your ass on the floor
I'll break the bag and get it back
Fuck with bro, you gon' get whacked
Let it go
I got some brothers that GD
I got some brothers that big Crip
They 'ciding they fuckin', they won't flip
Go ask that lil' boy how that corn field
Play with 2 Rich, get your dome filled
Can't go, won't go, this my shit
Can't fuck with the gang so stop it
This ain't that, that ain't this
I spit for real, that's not dissin'
So I said "Juu, you better not miss"
Oh lord
"You better not miss", uh
Go straight to the lord
Could get rich off this shit, but it's just a hobby
I'm chasing the bag while they pockets watchin'
If you fuck with Juu5ive, beat his ass like Rocket
Uh
Beat his ass like Rocket
Take it slow
Get your stress up in a bag
And let it go, let it go, let it go
Uh, oo, oo, oo
Never let you down
Take another drag
And let it go, let it go, let it go
Aye, aye, aye
Take it slow
Get your stress up in a bag
And let it go, let it go, let it go oh, oh
Aye
Bitch boy talking all that shit
Got the stick and it ain't gon' miss
I'ma go let it blow
Go, let it go
Mundo
Get your stress up in a bag
And let it go, let it go, let it go
Never let you down
Take another drag
And let it go, let it go, let it go
Shit, I stress a lot
Always give the best I got
Always change my voice
Can't stay the same, ain't got a choice
Gotta break the noise
Gotta face the void
Come out the bottom bitch
Make me rich
Show the crowd and throw some fits
Straight out the desert, Arizona
Go to Florida, in Miami
Win that Grammy
Ditch some people in my family
That's a bitch, but I'd be happy
Gold and diamond plaques, that's a bag
I need my racks and that's a show
Get that shit, I'll take it slow
Take it slow
Get your stress up in a bag
And let it go, let it go, let it go
Half a million on a check
Better hand out some respect
They can't play me like a hoe, oh, oh
Take it slow
Get your stress up in a bag
And let it go, let it go, let it go, oh, oh, oh
Never let you down
Take another drag
And let it go, let it go, let it go
Let it go
They know that I'm the GOAT
The one who crack them 4's
The one who smoke your bro
I never been a hoe
I never been a bitch
Can't conversate with a snitch
Leave lil' buddy in a ditch
Then I go about my day
With J's crew fucking your bae, aye
Hip-hip horay, let it go
They lovin' how I flow
Get your ass on the floor
I'll break the bag and get it back
Fuck with bro, you gon' get whacked
Let it go
I got some brothers that GD
I got some brothers that big Crip
They 'ciding they fuckin', they won't flip
Go ask that lil' boy how that corn field
Play with 2 Rich, get your dome filled
Can't go, won't go, this my shit
Can't fuck with the gang so stop it
This ain't that, that ain't this
I spit for real, that's not dissin'
So I said "Juu, you better not miss"
Oh lord
"You better not miss", uh
Go straight to the lord
Could get rich off this shit, but it's just a hobby
I'm chasing the bag while they pockets watchin'
If you fuck with Juu5ive, beat his ass like Rocket
Uh
Beat his ass like Rocket
Take it slow
Get your stress up in a bag
And let it go, let it go, let it go
Uh, oo, oo, oo
Never let you down
Take another drag
And let it go, let it go, let it go
Aye, aye, aye
Take it slow
Get your stress up in a bag
And let it go, let it go, let it go oh, oh
Aye
Bitch boy talking all that shit
Got the stick and it ain't gon' miss
I'ma go let it blow
Go, let it go
Mundo
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Writer(s): Matthew Jackson
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