Let It Run

Yeah
See everybody out here talking like they give a shit
Just let it go

Let it go
Let it run
I ain't ever gonna shut the fuck up
Let it go
Let it run
I'm just here to have me some fucking fun

I could talk for hours I could talk for days
But y'all don't wanna see what happens if you get in my way
Let's just say I'm the one who be setting the pace
And I really wish that you could see the look on my face
I got a smile and I'm happy shit somebody slap me
Feels like I'm dreaming but I'm really living out my reality
Many days in the past felt it beat the shit out of me
Now a days I know there's so many people who proud of me
That's my circle y'all don't wanna see square up
One wrong word and my temper getting flared up
AUX no Bluetooth but I pair up
Looking down at your bitch while I hold her hair up
Don't hate the player when you know you should be hating the game
Don't be mad that you girl wants to come my way
Called an Uber watch her leave and I do not even wave
Right back in the booth I got no time to waste
No time to waste I gotta go gotta get it
I keep it moving no sitting
Roll with the punches you bitches
Back in the day didn't fit in
I didn't quit on my mission
I fit in when I start spitting
And know you see where I'm getting
I'm bout to see more money then a broker
I been laughing cause y'all fucking jokesters
At the end of your rope getting rope burns
You may be dope but we doper
Mr Haz another one in the vault
We be making all these hits while other rapper default
And if they wanna hear the truth then it's both of our faults
Taking the game to the top and we ain't ever gon fall
There's no fall down there's no damage
Just ball out get the advantage
They stall out they can't manage
I'm at the top now my points vantage

Let it go
Let it run
I ain't ever gonna shut the fuck up
Let it go
Let it run
I'm just here to have me some fucking fun
Let it go
Let it run
I ain't ever gonna shut the fuck up
Let it go
Let it run
I'm just here to have me some fucking fun

Let it go let it run
Oh it's over the fat bitch sung
Ignite the mic when the matchstick flung
Dodging feelings like a backflip hon
Don't take it personal first of all you don't know me
And you cant thirst for more circles full and I'm lonely
But you can nurse the balls kiss um all cause they're phoney
I will convert um all murk um all cause I'm balls deep
Oh Haz you just make me look stupid
I wish I had the nuts to do what you did
I'm lazy and I'm full of excuses
I'm all talk and I never really do shit
Well thanks for your honesty sir
Call your order accept defeat get ready for the slaughter
You didn't marry the game just be real
The game left you behind at the alter
Here comes the bride all dressed in nothing
Here comes the king ready for the muffin
Grab the napkin and tuck in now its time to get stuck in
Say pistachio then nut in
Now you asking why I'm rushing
I'm just trying to fuck sorry for the cussing
And as for little hype man I don't know who you are I open the door but it's shutting



Credits
Writer(s): Tanner Bushaw, Harry Trueman
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link