Damn

Let Go [Verse 1] Pull up on a nigga with my pants down I tried to show them love, but I done switched up my demeanor I can never diss a nigga if I ain't never meet him I'm trying to get my people out of F.E.M.A, Katrina I heard you cuffing girls, you not a robber you a sneaker Woop got more stripes than them Addidas Crackas want to do a nigga just like Emmett Till Drop 2 in a 20, drinking Emmitt Smith Foreal Pull up on a busta with my pants down Hundred round drum show your ass Woop, hit it He a bitch nigga man look at his face Nothin' but surf boards, Woop a tricky wave Nigga I'm the man in my city I can't go to Disney cause I was fucking Minnie Mouse rat bitch left a hickey You can not be down, FIFA round, we don't kick it All black suits, Blues Brothers, Twin Bentley, you feel me I'm gonna smoke that kill, till that motherfucker kill me Blunt thicker than a cheesesteak come from Philly Leanin' on a dirt bike, nigga pop a wheelie. Catwalk Jit mac screamin' knockin' caps off Why the fuck you think he tote a mac for Mac 90 and Mac 10, Mac 11 So when it's beef nigga better add mac sauce Dang I'm the type of nigga, shoot a fuck nigga dead in his face She bite down on the pillow when I'm hittin' her I hit her from the back, don't wanna see no love face Two white bitches in a rental, one sucking dick The other one she snortin' from the cake We got drink on the way, I'm gon' fuck both of y'all ay bay bay Me and my niggas tighter than a lifestyle Let them choppas do, I did it right now 700 block that's my lifestyle She don't get right, go right around Pigeon shooter game from a Hawk You can hear the beast in a nigga when he talk 28 gram real quick Marshall Faulk Beef with a geek rather let the choppa talk Damn [Hook] Baby let's talk some money (Talk some money) I knock you off for money (Off for money) And everytime we have a convo (A convo) It always come back to money (Talk bout money) Boy you be actin' money (How you get money) So broke that you lookin' bummy (How you get money) I got them new blue hundred's (I got them new ones) I can help you with money (Them baby blue ones) All the bad bitches love money, money All the bad bitches love money, love money All the bad bitches love money All the bad bitches love money You a hustle nigga get money If you a hustle nigga get money I fell in love with the money I fell in love with the money [Verse 2] Tool, Woop boostin' up the murder rate Shoot ya man down, we don't say a thing Everybody clap like a stadium Filled with Gator fan's at a Gator game Country nigga sippin' on that act right Young Woop, nigga live a jack life Dawg lost his momma to a crack pipe That's why he servin' jumpy jays Jack White [Hook] [Verse 3] Stripe on that chop you can army gun it Spit that shit backwards go Bravo Johnny Jack spot jit got a pump, and a tommy Whole hood geeked thats them 700 mummies *Oh you want lean got that bottle with me* Pull up real clean with a model with me Shoot your little brother down, and your GG Catch another body nigga for the free free Beef ain't nothing to me cause I done beat the deep freeze Let my diamonds dance, thats them VV's He showing need for a nigga so much, imma turn the bitch man to .... Two twin Glocks got ten, pow them Wanna rap beef you can PenPal him Money on his head you can PayPal him Catch him down slippin' imma take care of him [Hook] [Outro] Pull on on a nigga with my pants down Hundred round drum show ya ass Woop, get it He a bitch nigga man look at his face Nothin' but surf boards, Woop a tricky wave Damn Ay, Ay Damn Ay, Ay Pull up on a nigga with my pants down Hundred drum show ya ass Woop, kill 'em He a bitch nigga man look at his face Damn, Damn Fuck it hit it Pull up on a nigga with my pants down Hundred drum show ya ass Woop, ya ass Woop He a bitch nigga man look at his face