Let Em Go B lyrics

(Intro)
We see these n*ggas man, point 'em out point 'em out, Aye you uh..., You know that dude up over there?, I'm tryna bust his head, Bruh, he talking 'bout he got a lot of b*tches and I don't like that, Man, n*ggas like that, hate on myself, He taking all my shine, I ain't got no b*tches like him and I want him gone

(Verse)
I ride around town with the gangstas
Same sh*t different day
n*ggas had to hang with the strangers
He gotta gun, but them n*ggas not gangstas
Real recognize real, fake n*ggas kill
A lot of fake n*ggas not too many ones real
Gotta pop a pill n*gga just to stay awake
I come from the era, VHS
DVDs, CDs, young n*ggas with keys
You got street money, open up CDs
Them feds started watching, tryna tie him to the keys
I'm not Alica Keys, but I unleash the keys
Open up the doors Imma flood the streets
Looking through the blinds shoot you through the screens
I don't play with death, death is close to me
Who approaching me, I a toast the please
Stupid n*ggas, my gun will roast ya
I'm real nasty like the top of a soda
Any rap n*ggas keep testing my gangsta
Skating my swag, that's not cool
n*ggas not cool, so I'm not cool
Check them n*ggas, man the jokes on you
That's not cool
Two n*ggas get smacked with the bottom
You feel me?
n*ggas get locked up
Live for real, hateful n*ggas, man
f*ck this money and f*ck them cars
f*ck them houses and f*ck them banks
f*ck this credit, Imma use debit
Imma slow n*gga, who don't f*cking get it
Imma be specific, Imma be out here
Up on these f*cking n*ggas, ya digg
This is 20 shots to ya motherf*cking wig
I'm sipping lean everyday, f*ck being sick
Lil Beezy B, n*ggas I'm hitting
I was licking pus*y
I was licking bricks
n*ggas outchea, man motherf*ck a b*tch
This football life, man I will never quit
(Outro)
You know what I'm saying? Aye throw that n*gga the ball, man. See if that n*gga catch it. If he don't catch it you already know what to do. (What, I ain't bout to do that to bruh). The f*ck you mean you ain't bout to do that to bruh. (I said I ain't gonna do it, I'm not down). Oh, pffft, you not down, I see the type of motherf*cka you is. You scary! And you know what happen to scary motherf*ckas

You get dumped in the back, trashcan and beam in yo lap, blood in yo lap, dope in the sack, Put that on you, cover up the crack, then put in your ass, crack in the valves n*gga, f*ck that, we rockin' hard, dump a n*gga out the trunk of the boulevard, (Let em go)