Let It Rip

(альбом: BACK IN ACTION - 2021)

Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah

I'm at the top, don't think that I'm stopping
Making some songs, my fans tell me, "Drop 'em"
Designer on me and you know that I'm copping
Walk into Saks 'cause you know that I'm shopping
I'm in the top two and I'm not second
Bro got a choppa, he's holding that weapon
Feel like a teacher, I'll teach 'em a lesson (BenjiCold, why you icy?)
Like Ash, already know I'ma catch 'em

I got that rocket on me, let's blast
Talking that shit? We beat your ass
You wanna talk, but don't got class
Counting my money, I watch it add
Up in the bank and it never go down
The hollow tips on the motherfucking rounds
Do not think I can let my mama down
I'm doing my best, I'ma make her proud (Yeah, yeah)
Do not think I want your ho, selling out my shows
Balenci' my toes, squad, I keep 'em close
This the life I chose, ain't do this alone
Staying with my bros, talk to me, boy, watch your tone
You want that smoke, so we pull up with sticks (Boom-boom-boom)
And now you don't wanna talk shit
I got a choppa, that shit finna rip
Beyblade, we gon' let that bitch spin
Shout-out the gang, yeah, shout out my twins
King of the dough, bitch, I always win
Do it for family, I do it for kin
Free all my brothers that's locked in the pen
I'm finna get a tat, that stick-n-poke
Only wanna talk shit through a damn phone
I been making money by singing at home
Talking to me, boy, you bet' watch your tone
Shout-outs Antonio, R.I.P. Tone
She said I'm not shit, but I'm making her moan
I feel like I'm Zee, 'cause I'm up in New York
I'm putting in effort, I'm putting in work
I know your girl want me, yeah, she tryna flirt
I don't even want her, but I know you hurt
Come with the cash if you want a verse
Killing my features, put 'em in a hearse
Kill them motherfuckers, put 'em in the dirt
I was real down bad, think I had a curse
But I'm up at the top, I ain't stopping
Know niggas hating, I know that they watching
Accepting defeat, that cannot be me
I'm mixing the Kapital with Louis V
I feel like Pharrell, I've been rocking ICECREAM
Bapestas, know that they stay on the feet
I need the money,
Smoking on gas, it's all in the brain
Link up with Sam when I'm off the plane
I never cared 'bout that shit they saying
Don't play with the stick, stick, know you don't wan' get hit
Know I'm making them hits, hits, know I cannot miss now
Wan' copy my fits, fits, boy wanna be like me
He telling a fib, fib, I know that boy lying

I'm at the top, don't think that I'm stopping
Making some songs, my fans tell me, "Drop 'em"
Designer on me and you know that I'm copping
Walk into Saks 'cause you know that I'm shopping
I'm in the top two and I'm not second
Bro got a choppa, he's holding that weapon
Feel like a teacher, I'll teach 'em a lesson
Like Ash, already know I'ma catch 'em