Let It Go lyrics

[Intro: TrapGoKrazy]
It's Swoo Gang, baby
Ooh, yeah

[Verse 1: TrapGoKrazy]
I'm with Xhu, I'm with Clip, got packs for the low
Blatt, F&N bullets finna blow
My b*tch bad, she heaven-sent, ass like Amber Rose
Damn, we count up presidents [?]
Thinking I'm in Need for Speed in that Aventador
Finna sign to YoungBoy because I can't go back poor, no
n*ggas cannot play because we got choppers galore, ah
I be poppin' Percocets like my whole body sore, ah
Chome Hearts, I just ordered it, but I still want some, ah
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Your b*tch be so passed around like she just went on tour, ah
Send that boy to hell where he gеt flamed up with this torch
Yes, I got my bag, I got my bag and I went North

[Verse 2: Luv4Clip]
Yеah, I think my mans tryna tell me something
He said, "Lil Clip, he got another gun"
Yeah, I'm with my clique, you cannot tell us nothing
Yeah, we three for three, we got another one
Go, go, go, go (Let it go)
Go, go, go, go (Let it go, let it go)
Go, go, go, go (Let it go, let it go)
Go, go, go, go (Let it go, let it go)
I'm with bro, I got stacks, I'ma let 'em go
If he talking, bodybag him like he f*ckin' to-go
Up the chop and it's aiming right up at your skull
Dropped an opp, it's three to one, man, we just upped the score
[Verse 3: Xhulooo]
And I don't shoot sh*t, but my n*ggas do
My n*ggas, they go for the loot
We gon' pull up in that coupe
And we put that boy on the floor like a mop
Yeah, I'm down the mob
She loving the squad, that ho is not mine
And I know that she love it, I hit from behind
We got sticks, n*gga, move
Can't love shawty 'cause she foolish
That n*gga talk down, who is you?
My b*tch bad rockin' Jimmy Choos
And just tell me the truth, don't gotta lie
Got that b*tch in the air like a butterfly
If she tellin' me hi, I'm sayin' bye
Red dot on your neck like a bowtie
Ain't shoutout to TrapGoKrazy, but my trap go crazy as a b*tch
Servin' junkies in this b*tch
If she love me, say that then
You know uno pluto, 22 and like Xhulooo
That mean I don't want no kudo
With my dawgs, shoutout Kujo
Yeah, that n*gga, he want smoke
We got smoke for the low
Come on out, what you tote
We got sticks on the go
SRT, I'm going ghost
That boy a lame and he know
That I know, and we know
Xhulooo try, we let it go
Let it blow, talk my sh*t, let 'em know, where to go
There they go
We gon' let it go