Let It Fly
Haha man fuck
Honestly I can't even wit' y'all bitches man
Telling me one thing meaning the next
Fuck going on mane
Can't hang with you bitches nah I swear you jus' the feds or spies
I don't give a fuck I put you on the cross get crucified
My lil' partner look up to the sky say he don't want to die
Hand over his heart one on the trigger he gone let it fly!
Fuck all of you bitches I ain't into all the fed talk
Hit him in his leg now I know that he can't walk
Claiming we ain't menaces lil' bitch you would be dead wrong
Start it then I'll finish it I'm 'bout to get yo' manz gone (Brrt)
Funny thing is these motherfuckers think we playing
Keep flashing yo' money 'round I promise imma steal that shit
Keep running yo' mouth lil' boy I promise imma drill that shit
Coming with the heater it delete ya you gone feel that jit
Feeling like Dahmer lyrical killer when I'm on these beats
Not with the drama don't give a fuck about the industry
Get hit with the llama I keep extendo's when I'm on the streets
Might call up yo' momma and tell her yo' lil' boy don't want this heat
You know that I'm solid I keep it real from my head to my feet
You know that I'm on it you better stop thinkin' that this shit sweet
Mix you with chronic might roll you up in that lil' swisher sweet
I'm jus' being honest my whole gang you know we elite (brrr)
Everybody fake as fuck these days bruh
Nobody can just keep it a hunnid bruh
Keep it real bro
RIP to Takeoff
Like why the FUCK!
Too many snakes up in the grass I need a lawnmower to cut it
Never switch up on my family I stand by my cousin
Get stabbed in the back and found out it was yo' homie that had done it
Go through that pain and ask yourself what you gained from it
Imma laugh in they face on the way to the bank
Buy an ounce of that exotic jus' to smoke it to the face
And if you ask how I been doing imma tell you I been great
I'm an asshole bitch you can come and kiss my taint (uhhh)
Broke up with my bitch on her birthday
I had to break her little heart in the worst way
Snitchin in that cage better watch what the birds say
Down south every-day imma represent my birthplace
Yeah I'm from Alabama but I'm from Florida too
Talkin' out his kneck I might jus hit him wit' my forty-two
I feel like I'm Kodak I might go and buy a golden tooth
Glass in your jewlery put together with some fuckin' glue (oh my God it's kupid)
Well then who the fuck are you?
Bitch I'm Travis Scott mixing wok wit' the jamba juice
Pussy might as well jus' kill yourself I alr' hung the noose
Killed your brother Fuck I think we caught cause now we on the news
I've been doing some thinking and I'm gonna jus' stick wit' OCD like
All the other members agree too like
If you wasn't wit' us from the start jus don't even try bro
Fuck outta here on gang!
Can't hang with you bitches nah I swear you jus' the feds or spies
I don't give a fuck I put you on the cross get crucified
My lil' partner look up to the sky say he don't want to die
Hand over his heart one on the trigger he gone let it fly!
Honestly I can't even wit' y'all bitches man
Telling me one thing meaning the next
Fuck going on mane
Can't hang with you bitches nah I swear you jus' the feds or spies
I don't give a fuck I put you on the cross get crucified
My lil' partner look up to the sky say he don't want to die
Hand over his heart one on the trigger he gone let it fly!
Fuck all of you bitches I ain't into all the fed talk
Hit him in his leg now I know that he can't walk
Claiming we ain't menaces lil' bitch you would be dead wrong
Start it then I'll finish it I'm 'bout to get yo' manz gone (Brrt)
Funny thing is these motherfuckers think we playing
Keep flashing yo' money 'round I promise imma steal that shit
Keep running yo' mouth lil' boy I promise imma drill that shit
Coming with the heater it delete ya you gone feel that jit
Feeling like Dahmer lyrical killer when I'm on these beats
Not with the drama don't give a fuck about the industry
Get hit with the llama I keep extendo's when I'm on the streets
Might call up yo' momma and tell her yo' lil' boy don't want this heat
You know that I'm solid I keep it real from my head to my feet
You know that I'm on it you better stop thinkin' that this shit sweet
Mix you with chronic might roll you up in that lil' swisher sweet
I'm jus' being honest my whole gang you know we elite (brrr)
Everybody fake as fuck these days bruh
Nobody can just keep it a hunnid bruh
Keep it real bro
RIP to Takeoff
Like why the FUCK!
Too many snakes up in the grass I need a lawnmower to cut it
Never switch up on my family I stand by my cousin
Get stabbed in the back and found out it was yo' homie that had done it
Go through that pain and ask yourself what you gained from it
Imma laugh in they face on the way to the bank
Buy an ounce of that exotic jus' to smoke it to the face
And if you ask how I been doing imma tell you I been great
I'm an asshole bitch you can come and kiss my taint (uhhh)
Broke up with my bitch on her birthday
I had to break her little heart in the worst way
Snitchin in that cage better watch what the birds say
Down south every-day imma represent my birthplace
Yeah I'm from Alabama but I'm from Florida too
Talkin' out his kneck I might jus hit him wit' my forty-two
I feel like I'm Kodak I might go and buy a golden tooth
Glass in your jewlery put together with some fuckin' glue (oh my God it's kupid)
Well then who the fuck are you?
Bitch I'm Travis Scott mixing wok wit' the jamba juice
Pussy might as well jus' kill yourself I alr' hung the noose
Killed your brother Fuck I think we caught cause now we on the news
I've been doing some thinking and I'm gonna jus' stick wit' OCD like
All the other members agree too like
If you wasn't wit' us from the start jus don't even try bro
Fuck outta here on gang!
Can't hang with you bitches nah I swear you jus' the feds or spies
I don't give a fuck I put you on the cross get crucified
My lil' partner look up to the sky say he don't want to die
Hand over his heart one on the trigger he gone let it fly!
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Writer(s): Elijah Butler
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