Let’s Go

Lyrics

[Intro] Back on that bullshit Still got that full clip Half a brick Hef back in this motherfucker [Verse 1] Came in on some thug shit 730, I'm a blood bitch Shoo fly, you a bug bitch Need a bankroll not a hug bitch I'm on the block still, I don't budge bitch Flood shit when the plug lit All my niggas on drugs, shit I put a pipe bomb where the judge sit I don't judge niggas but y'all weirdos TEC-9 with the air holes Baby chopper with the shoulder strap Feel like Soulja Slim, and do the Nolia clap All these diamonds pull up, I can't hold 'em back I'm in the streets, I'm not a industry plant Certified, don't need a industry stamp All these niggas went industry camp I was dreaming 'bout the first of the month In the kitchen, tryna make the shit jump I was posted by the door with the pump My nigga water whip our way out a slump Take your money, tell you, "wait in the front" Got some young niggas waiting in front Niggas talking, niggas not with the funk The '87 with the weight in the trunk Niggas hating, I thought you was my mans Niggas hating, I thought you was my fam Niggas hating, I thought you was a fan Got niggas waiting on my shit in Japan Where was you when I was weighing the grams Where was you when I was chopping the tan Where was you when they was locking my mans And where was you when I was busting like blam blam, blam, blam Aw man, God damn Hef on that bullshit again I'm on they ass like Depends Wish they could see it through my lens All fam, no friends No loose lips or loose ends Niggas lose lives or lose limbs No pretend Used to sip pints of the Act' right? Say you get bread, why you stack light? You lil niggas just cap right? I come from needles and crack pipes He get the Mac, he don't act right You lil pussies just cat fight Starving so pardon my appetite We take your pack and we trap it, right [Hook x2] Perk 30 give a nigga the blues Riding dirty half a brick of the food In the streets we don't play by no rules Niggas snitching and they giving up clues Fuck these niggas, we ain't paying no dues Fuck these niggas, we ain't playing it cool Fuck these niggas, we ain't playing the fool The Billy with me and he stay with the tool [Verse 2] Many men wish death on me Feeling like I got a hex on me Never let a nigga flex on me So I keep the .38 spec' on me Baby 9 but I'm a grown man Nuts hang, I'm my own man Hold grams, I don't hold hands Grip the steel tight like a slow dance Fuck a bridge, I'm on a stunna island My youngin's banging on Rikers island In the building we was likely wilding Touch one of mine and we likely sliding I'm with the violence, it ain't like me hiding 20 with me, 20 likely riding Ladder on me like I might be climbing You lightly shining, know these might be diamonds Turn a dickhead to a cliphead Big Mac and it spit lead Smoke dope and I sip meds Real boss niggas keep the clique fed This gang shit, you can't hang, bitch My whole neighborhood bang, bitch 'Lo fit, not Wang, bitch Even mom dukes know the slang, bitch Ain't change bitch, I'm the same G Still slang in the same P's Still rob a nigga for his keys Step on the white, don't do the skii's My new bitch prolly on tour Selling out shows, getting encores Me I'm posted somewhere offshore Saying bonjour, copping more raw Eat with the niggas I starved with Ball with the niggas I robbed with Die for the niggas I mob with Draco by the armpit Saddam, my niggas gon' bomb shit Counting hundreds 'til my palms itch Banging harder than LeBron, bitch You see a Don, keep calm, bitch [Hook x2] Perk 30 give a nigga the blues Riding dirty half a brick of the food In the streets we don't play by no rules Niggas snitching and they giving up clues Fuck these niggas, we ain't paying no dues Fuck these niggas, we ain't playing it cool Fuck these niggas, we ain't playing the fool The Billy with me and he stay with the tool