[TLE Cinco & NLE Choppa]
Let's go
Let's go, ayy, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
[TLE Cinco & NLE Choppa]
Check this (Ayy)
I'm checkin' opps off the checklist (Let's go)
Play me a beat, wreck it (Ayy)
She in the room waitin' naked (Ayy)
Pull on their block and get hectic (Uh)
I'm callin' shots like a phone if they ain't get the message (Yeah)
I'm drippin' cranberry sauce like dressin' (NLE, bitch)
Fuck and I dip, I ain't kissin' or doin' no textin'
[NLE Choppa]
Ayy, a hundred Dracs up in this minivan (Uh, huh)
I'm tryna catch a man
I spin the block just like a ceiling fan (Spin it, spin it)
We step like marching bands (Yeah, yeah)
You want some smoke? This shit get critical, critical, critical condition (Bitch)
.223's and AR-15's, when I shoot, I don't do missin' (Brrt)
Yeah, Drac' in the booth, that's an OVO session (Uh)
On a nigga ass like a motherfuckin' wedgie (Bitch)
See, I don't talk, I don't fight, bitch, I love stretchin'
Nigga better think twice, we'll get this messy (Bitch)
My niggas, they pull up, they shootin' at everything inside (Brrt)
I won't even leave a victim
Man, that .30 on me, I up it, homie (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma shoot at everything, them bullets gon' rip (Yeah, yeah)
[TLE Cinco]
Check this (Ayy)
I'm checkin' opps off the checklist (Off the checklist)
Play me a beat, wreck it (Man, I wreck it, ayy)
She in the room waitin' naked, ayy (Waitin' naked)
Pull on their block and get hectic, ayy (Uh)
I'm callin' shots like a phone if they ain't get the message, ayy
I'm drippin' cranberry sauce like dressin', ayy
Fuck and I dip, I ain't kissin' or doin' no textin'
[ TLE Cinco]
I'm sippin' good straight drink from Texas
She on her knee like she tryna catch a blessin' (Let's go)
No UFC, choppa kick like Tekken, ayy
He get to the racks, yeah, my numbers progressin'
Fuck nigga broke, that's stressful
I got a whole lot of racks and I still cannot help him
ACS, high-class steppers
Fuckin' this ho with the Glock in my hand, fuck the dresser (Ayy, ayy, let's go)
[TLE Cinco]
Yeah, ayy, I'm all in this ho
For sure, I'm all in your ho (Let's go)
Got racks, but I still might kick your door
Shoulda signed for two M at Interscope (Ayy, ayy)
See-through glass on the K with the inner scope
Why you think you hard? You been a ho
Bust down left, right wrist, got me chillin', Dro
I'ma leave shit stank like some chitlins, oh (Ayy, ayy)
Ayy, ayy, watch that curve, though (Ayy)
Bitch, I'm paranoid, not nervous (Not nervous)
These bullets travel like service, chill or we purgin'
No nine to five, shooters workin'
Shooter gon' shoot with a purpose (On god)
A nigga gon' die if I catch him, I'll burn him (Ah, ah)
I'm gettin' bread and cheese like turkey (Ah, ah)
And you're dead on the scene, no surgery (Uh, uh)
It get hot, so I'm heatin' shit up (Heatin' shit up)
She a freak, so I'm beatin' shit up (Beatin' shit up)
These niggas really too broke to be beefin' with us
Truckload maintenance crew, we cleanin' shit up
All of the freaks in the club wanna leave it with us
[TLE Cinco]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Thottie wanna fuck us
Let's go (Ayy, ayy)
[TLE Cinco]
Check this (Ayy)
I'm checkin' opps off the checklist (Let's go)
Play me a beat, wreck it (Let's go)
She in the room waitin' naked, ayy (Let's go)
Pull on their block and get hectic (Ayy)
I'm callin' shots like a phone if they ain't get the message
I'm drippin' cranberry sauce like dressin'
Fuck and I dip, I ain't kissin' or doin' no textin' (Let's go)
[ TLE Cinco]
I'm sippin' good straight drink from Texas (Good drank)
She on her knee like she tryna catch a blessin' (Let's go)
No UFC, choppa kick like Tekken
He get to the racks and my numbers progressin'
Fuck nigga broke, that's stressful (On God)
I got a whole lot of racks and I still cannot help him (On God)
ACS, high-class steppers
Fuckin' this ho with the Glock in my hand, fuck the dresser (Let's go)
[TLE Cinco]
ACS, high-class steppers
Choppa cook shit like Hamburger Helper
No you can't run, bitch
Tommy gun tear off your stomach
These bullets hot like a sauna
Bitch, I'm gunnin', check this
Bent' too fast, missed my exit (Skrrt)
I can be all way across town in the opp hood
I'm still gon' wreck it, blow his shit
[ TLE Cinco]
Truckload shit
Hold on, bitch (Gang)
Let's go, man
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