I CAN’T LET GO
Turn me up a couple notches
Tell them hoes I need a couple options
They know I came to get it started
We still trappin' out of private projects (yeah)
I drink a lot of juice, I smoke a lot of smoke
But don't believe the hype, I know these niggas broke
I came in with the gang, I left out with the—
They wanna try the beast, yeah, I can't let it go
Put your back in it, hop out with the racks and shit
I been callin' shots and whackin' shit
She clean it up, miraculous
I couldn't be out here like these niggas, they whack as shit
Close your eyes, count to ten
Runnin' racks and make it spin (woo)
I came in with the squad, I came in with the glo (Woo)
She can slide here every time, she gon' do it like a pro (graah)
Tryna ride out, go off the radar, nowadays I like being remote
I don't fuck with these niggas at all
I'm prayin' for keeps, like I'm L'A Capone
You could go do, go do better (yeah)
Keep your head on clutch, nigga, keep your head up
I think I been doin' too much
Yeah, I been way too fed up
Hedi Slimanes, these YSL, these leopard print Margielas
You know just what I feel, I hate it when it show
When you get vu jà-dé, think I been here before
Know why I love your page, 'cause you don't even post
Yeah, I been had trust issues, can't let 'em get too—
I drink a lot of juice, I smoke a lot of smoke
But don't believe the hype, I know these niggas broke
I came in with the gang, I left out with the—
They wanna try the beast, yeah, I can't let it go
Put your back in it, hop out with the racks and shit
I been callin' shots and whackin' shit
She clean it up, miraculous
I couldn't be out here like these niggas, they whack as shit
Close your eyes, count to ten
Runnin' racks and make it spin (woo)
You know I got milli's up, I give your bitch a band (wait)
All the talkin' on the net, I caught him in the rear
Bitch, we really in the field, I'll put you in the stand
Oh yeah, on a drill, I been cookin' with my head
Put-put-put your back in it, hop out with the racks and shit
I been callin' shots and whackin' shit
She clean it up, miraculous
I couldn't be out here like these niggas, they whack as shit
Close your eyes, count to ten
Runnin' racks and make it spin
(Bugz Ronin, he gon' run it up)
Tell them hoes I need a couple options
They know I came to get it started
We still trappin' out of private projects (yeah)
I drink a lot of juice, I smoke a lot of smoke
But don't believe the hype, I know these niggas broke
I came in with the gang, I left out with the—
They wanna try the beast, yeah, I can't let it go
Put your back in it, hop out with the racks and shit
I been callin' shots and whackin' shit
She clean it up, miraculous
I couldn't be out here like these niggas, they whack as shit
Close your eyes, count to ten
Runnin' racks and make it spin (woo)
I came in with the squad, I came in with the glo (Woo)
She can slide here every time, she gon' do it like a pro (graah)
Tryna ride out, go off the radar, nowadays I like being remote
I don't fuck with these niggas at all
I'm prayin' for keeps, like I'm L'A Capone
You could go do, go do better (yeah)
Keep your head on clutch, nigga, keep your head up
I think I been doin' too much
Yeah, I been way too fed up
Hedi Slimanes, these YSL, these leopard print Margielas
You know just what I feel, I hate it when it show
When you get vu jà-dé, think I been here before
Know why I love your page, 'cause you don't even post
Yeah, I been had trust issues, can't let 'em get too—
I drink a lot of juice, I smoke a lot of smoke
But don't believe the hype, I know these niggas broke
I came in with the gang, I left out with the—
They wanna try the beast, yeah, I can't let it go
Put your back in it, hop out with the racks and shit
I been callin' shots and whackin' shit
She clean it up, miraculous
I couldn't be out here like these niggas, they whack as shit
Close your eyes, count to ten
Runnin' racks and make it spin (woo)
You know I got milli's up, I give your bitch a band (wait)
All the talkin' on the net, I caught him in the rear
Bitch, we really in the field, I'll put you in the stand
Oh yeah, on a drill, I been cookin' with my head
Put-put-put your back in it, hop out with the racks and shit
I been callin' shots and whackin' shit
She clean it up, miraculous
I couldn't be out here like these niggas, they whack as shit
Close your eyes, count to ten
Runnin' racks and make it spin
(Bugz Ronin, he gon' run it up)
Credits
Writer(s): Desmond Jamal Rasberry, Tyler Justin Sharpe, Stanley Greene, Derek Anderson, Caleb Toliver, Christopher Quillin, Kobe Hood, Daniel Parez
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