Let It Rip

(Yeah ooh oh ooh oh ooh oh)

(Yeah ooh oh ooh oh ooh oh)

(Yeah ooh oh ooh oh ooh oh)

(Yeah ooh oh ooh oh ooh oh)

I'm at the top, don't think that I'm stoppin'

Making some songs, my friends help me drop 'em

Designer on me and you know that I'm coppin'

Walk in the Saks cus' you know that I'm shoppin'

I'm in the top two, and I'm not second

Bro got a choppa he toting that weapon

Feel like a teacher, I'll teach him a lesson

Like Ash, already know imma catch him

I got a rocket on me, let's blast!

Talkin' that shit, we beat yo ass

You wanna talk, but don't got class

Counting my money, I watch it add

Up in that bank and it never go down

Them hollow tips on the motherfuckin' rounds

Do not think I could let my momma down

I'm doin my best imma make her proud, yeah

Do not think I want your hoe

Selling out my shows

Balenci see my toes

Squad, I keep 'em close

This the life I chose

Ain't do this alone

Stayin' with my bros

Talkin' to me, boy watch your tone

You want that smoke till' we pull up with sticks (Bop, bop, bop!)

And now you don't wanna talk shit

I got a choppa that shit finna rip

Beyblade, we gon let that bitch spin

Shoutout the gang, yeah shout out my twins

Taking a dub, 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 and poke

Only wanna talk shit through a damn phone

I been making money by stayin' at home

Talkin' to me boy you better watch your tone

Shoutout Xantonio, RIP Tone

She said I'm not shit but I'm making her moan

I feel like I'm Zeke, cuz I'm up in New York

I'm putin' in effort, I'm puttin' in work

I know you 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

Killin' 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 stoppin'

Know **** hate, and I know that they watchin'

Suffer defeat, that cannot be me

I'm mixin' the Kapital with Louis V

I feel like Pharrell, I been rockin' Ice Cream

Bapestas, know that they stay on the feet

I needed the money with no delay

Smokin' on gas, its all in the brain

Link up wit' Sam when I'm off the plane

I never cared for the shit that you say

Bro toting that stick, stick

Know you don't wanna get hit

Know I''m making them hits, hits

No, I cannot miss, no

Wanna copy my fits, fits

Bro wanna be like me

He telling a fib, fib

I know that boy lyin'

I'm at the top, don't think that I'm stoppin'

Making some songs, my friends help me drop 'em

Designer on me and you know that I'm coppin'

Walk in the Saks cus' you know that I'm shoppin'

I'm in the top two, and I'm not second

Bro got a choppa he toting that weapon

Feel like a teacher, I'll teach him a lesson

Like Ash, already know imma catch him