LET YALL HIDE!

Lyrics

[Intro] Ayy, let me hear that ho, Jeff (Skrrt-skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, phew, phew, woo) Gang, get that gone Pack, pack gone Like that, I like that Six7 on the beat [Verse] What the fuck wrong with my youngin? Gotta take him to church He tryna ride 'round the city with choppers and murk somethin' Hit the bitches from the back so bad think I hurt somethin' Break in your trap, don't think twice, yeah, you heard nothin' Plug, he say, "Brrt" when the birds come (Brrt) Saint lil' bitch tried to flex, tryna twerk somethin' Ain't sign no deal, no advance, I ain't takin' nothin' Got on my grind, slow, I been patient Yeah, you the plug, but my plug cordless Tele to tele, I don't pay no mortage You don't go to Neiman 'cause you can't afford this We got real racks, we don't care 'bout no Forbes list Ice cost a house, I got the real estate Glock right beside me, I ride on the interstate Everybody love me, got good gas in any state He tried to diss me, now he could die any day Pull out the lot in the foreign, no get-away (Skrrt) If I got the .9, lil' bitch better get away If I went to school, I'll come real late I fuck the teachers, pull up with the K (Yeah, yeah) I got your ho drinking cum like milkshake You fell in love, I cannot relate Gucci or Bali', I had to debate We eat the brownie, this is a weed cake, yeah Get in the booth and just roll and roll Racks in my bed, think I sold my soul Johnny Dang just got me froze Play with that gat, we gon' knock off your nose Lil' bitty drip, this bitch call me a Gerber Glock three-oh and it come with a grip Come to your party with bloods and crips Boy, you gon' die, ain't no buts and ifs Boy, you still broke, you ain't jumped off the porch yet Boy, you a ho, you ain't got you a torch yet I got the pack from the migo, no Offset Why did you talk? I ain't tell you to talk yet These niggas hoes, you know we not none Why you keep talking 'bout money? You ain't got none I'm in the field with the slimes and the pythons Pull out this .50, we lit them right up I'm smoking good kush, you know I'm good I hit the club, look like a bub Pull out the chopper, give it a rub That mean I'ma bust at the opps, shoot my chopper [?] The beat chill so I'm chillin' on it Bitch, this a Glock, this not my dick, why you feelin' on it? Walk around town, pussy nigga got a hit on me Ain't got no guap, he just mad 'cause his bitch on me Boy, we ain't worried 'bout y'all, we'll kidnap your bitches Nah, I'm playin', I'ma just let y'all slide I won't even be outside I ain't got time to look for your ass, I'ma let y'all hide (Bitch) [Outro] I'm fuckin' playin' (Ain't got time to look for y'all) Bah, bah (Bitch, I'ma let y'all hide) Let's go Get money, gang