Let Me Through
Yeah
Pizzle
Nappy boy
Now I'm just sitting here at this red light with my emergency brake on
The wheels spinnin', whip looking like it got new skates on
I'm talking nine point eight seconds boy, this ain't gon' take long
Then I hop out at the finish line like "Is this what you waitin' on?"
I'll tell you what, homie you ain't gotta wait long
All I'm thinkin' 'bout is this trophy I'ma take home
Give 'em somethin' they can hate on
Confetti all over the place, girls poppin' out that cake holmes
And my skin tone should be the only thing you asking me about race holmes
Yeah, I'ma tell you what you not gon' do
'Cause if the wing gonna pop out the back of that Ferrari, then the Bugatti got one too
I'm tryna throw these great balls of fire, I'm talking wu-bablabamboo
Jesus Christ, feel like I got two Bibles out, zoom-zoom
And I'm like hold up, yeah, you got to let me through
Huh, yeah, uh, you got to let me through
And I stay ridin', ridin', you got to let me through
And my niggas stay slidin', slidin', so you got to let them too
Huh, yeah, uh, you got to let me through
Uh, huh, yeah, you got to let me through
'Cause I stay ridin', ridin', you got to let me through
And my niggas stay slidin', slidin', so you got to let them too
I got too much rubber to burn
Fire hazard, Lil Tune the tycoon
Cash Money mascot, it's hot under this costume
Got pedals I've never stepped on
Buttons I've never pressed on
Backseats I've never effed on
Police, they'll get the F bomb
I still ride with my niggas, money don't change a gangster
And when I'm asked to pull a few strings, I pull 'em until they untangle
Watch me donuts as she throw up like "Hell yeah"
More money, more problems, I'm surprised I still have black hair
I feel like racing, racing, who racing?
Don't give up the location
And if we bet, I went and hit the strip club
And go throw at them pole babies
Riding so fast with the top down
The wind sound like a standing ovation
Tunechi, fast and furious
I like my bitch fast and flirtatious
Owww
Hold up, yeah, you got to let me through
Huh, yeah, uh, you got to let me through
And I stay ridin', ridin', you got to let me through
And my niggas stay slidin', slidin', so you got to let them too
Huh, yeah, uh, you got to let me through
Uh, huh, yeah, you got to let me through
'Cause I stay ridin', ridin', you got to let me through
And my niggas stay slidin', slidin', so you got to let them too
No I don't know why y'all niggas think
I been slackin' like I ain't been on my shit
Until I pass by in that fast ride and now your bitch is on my dick
I'm talkin' bout, slidin', back and forth up in your tub
I fuck that shit on that video, now that video is on Pornhub
I say ridin' through FSU in that fam, fam
I've been packin' stacks
And now we back to back on them can ams
Lam-borghini paint
I remain to reign over these lame-ass rap niggas
Matter fact, niggas packed in the back
Of the 'Lac with a knapsack full of Macs and snacks
For the attack, you niggas ain't got time to react
Nappy boy in this bitch bring the calvary back
Teddy Pain motherfucker, I don't slack on the track
Red dot to the dome, put a gap in your hat
Chevy leanin' like a bitch, boy you have to relax
Double sided like a battlin' axe
You gettin' mad 'cause your rappin' is wack
And all the shit that you been doin' recently
My niggas laughin' at that
Hold up, yeah, you got to let me through
Huh, yeah, uh, you got to let me through
And I stay ridin', ridin', you got to let me through
And my niggas stay slidin', slidin', so you got to let them too
Huh, yeah, huh you got to let me through
Huh, huh, yeah, you got to let me through
'Cause I stay ridin', ridin', you got to let me through
And my niggas stay slidin', slidin', so you got to let them too
Hold up, yeah, you got to let me through
Huh, yeah, uh, you got to let me through
And I stay ridin', ridin', you got to let me through
And my niggas stay slidin', slidin', so you got to let them too
Huh, yeah, huh you got to let me through
Huh, huh, yeah, you got to let me through
'Cause I stay ridin', ridin', you got to let me through
And my niggas stay slidin', slidin', so you got to let them too
Pizzle
Nappy boy
Now I'm just sitting here at this red light with my emergency brake on
The wheels spinnin', whip looking like it got new skates on
I'm talking nine point eight seconds boy, this ain't gon' take long
Then I hop out at the finish line like "Is this what you waitin' on?"
I'll tell you what, homie you ain't gotta wait long
All I'm thinkin' 'bout is this trophy I'ma take home
Give 'em somethin' they can hate on
Confetti all over the place, girls poppin' out that cake holmes
And my skin tone should be the only thing you asking me about race holmes
Yeah, I'ma tell you what you not gon' do
'Cause if the wing gonna pop out the back of that Ferrari, then the Bugatti got one too
I'm tryna throw these great balls of fire, I'm talking wu-bablabamboo
Jesus Christ, feel like I got two Bibles out, zoom-zoom
And I'm like hold up, yeah, you got to let me through
Huh, yeah, uh, you got to let me through
And I stay ridin', ridin', you got to let me through
And my niggas stay slidin', slidin', so you got to let them too
Huh, yeah, uh, you got to let me through
Uh, huh, yeah, you got to let me through
'Cause I stay ridin', ridin', you got to let me through
And my niggas stay slidin', slidin', so you got to let them too
I got too much rubber to burn
Fire hazard, Lil Tune the tycoon
Cash Money mascot, it's hot under this costume
Got pedals I've never stepped on
Buttons I've never pressed on
Backseats I've never effed on
Police, they'll get the F bomb
I still ride with my niggas, money don't change a gangster
And when I'm asked to pull a few strings, I pull 'em until they untangle
Watch me donuts as she throw up like "Hell yeah"
More money, more problems, I'm surprised I still have black hair
I feel like racing, racing, who racing?
Don't give up the location
And if we bet, I went and hit the strip club
And go throw at them pole babies
Riding so fast with the top down
The wind sound like a standing ovation
Tunechi, fast and furious
I like my bitch fast and flirtatious
Owww
Hold up, yeah, you got to let me through
Huh, yeah, uh, you got to let me through
And I stay ridin', ridin', you got to let me through
And my niggas stay slidin', slidin', so you got to let them too
Huh, yeah, uh, you got to let me through
Uh, huh, yeah, you got to let me through
'Cause I stay ridin', ridin', you got to let me through
And my niggas stay slidin', slidin', so you got to let them too
No I don't know why y'all niggas think
I been slackin' like I ain't been on my shit
Until I pass by in that fast ride and now your bitch is on my dick
I'm talkin' bout, slidin', back and forth up in your tub
I fuck that shit on that video, now that video is on Pornhub
I say ridin' through FSU in that fam, fam
I've been packin' stacks
And now we back to back on them can ams
Lam-borghini paint
I remain to reign over these lame-ass rap niggas
Matter fact, niggas packed in the back
Of the 'Lac with a knapsack full of Macs and snacks
For the attack, you niggas ain't got time to react
Nappy boy in this bitch bring the calvary back
Teddy Pain motherfucker, I don't slack on the track
Red dot to the dome, put a gap in your hat
Chevy leanin' like a bitch, boy you have to relax
Double sided like a battlin' axe
You gettin' mad 'cause your rappin' is wack
And all the shit that you been doin' recently
My niggas laughin' at that
Hold up, yeah, you got to let me through
Huh, yeah, uh, you got to let me through
And I stay ridin', ridin', you got to let me through
And my niggas stay slidin', slidin', so you got to let them too
Huh, yeah, huh you got to let me through
Huh, huh, yeah, you got to let me through
'Cause I stay ridin', ridin', you got to let me through
And my niggas stay slidin', slidin', so you got to let them too
Hold up, yeah, you got to let me through
Huh, yeah, uh, you got to let me through
And I stay ridin', ridin', you got to let me through
And my niggas stay slidin', slidin', so you got to let them too
Huh, yeah, huh you got to let me through
Huh, huh, yeah, you got to let me through
'Cause I stay ridin', ridin', you got to let me through
And my niggas stay slidin', slidin', so you got to let them too
Credits
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Faheem Najm
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