Let go, okay

Bitch, I`m me, American gangsta
Weezy F baby, born in a manger
Trouble is my friend, I ain`t far in the danger
Clip full of wings, turn you boys into angels

Shoot ya in your halo, shoot you like halo
New Orleans A-hole, Flee-o, Fuego
All about my bread like bagels, they know
I`m raw like Qualo, ball like gay hoes

Weed so strong, it`s like I twist tornadoes
Spit like 9`s, 4 5th`s, and 3 8 oh`s
Ni**as want problems, well, I am problematic
It`s back to pickin` cotton `cause you ni**as cotton candy

I`ma east side damu, deep water shamoo
Shoot you from your head to your shoulders, shampoo
Kush and the bamboo, pussy in the bedroom
Pass that bitch down like an heirloom, tunechi

Hold up, hold up
Wait a minute
Hold up, hold up

We hustle till nightfall
Party till sunlight
Guns in the boxes
Don`t make this a gun fight

F**k them other ni**as
I f**k them ni**as bitches
Benadryl s**t
Trigga finger itches

And we hustle till nightfall
Party till sunlight
Guns in the boxes
Don`t make this a gun fight

F**k them other ni**as
I f**k them ni**as bitches
Benadryl s**t
Trigga finger itches

Hold up, hold up
Wait a minute
Hold up, hold up

Bitch, I`m streets, I rep that east
Gimmie the beef, I`ll put the beef in da grease
Kush in the sweets, your bitch in the sheets
I f**ked that bitch, mission complete

Real ni**a talk gangsta conversation
I`m a real ni**a, don`t f**k wit` imitations
Young Money, ni**a, ain`t no limitations
I don`t play games, ni**as simulation

Which one of y`all ni**as say ya `bout it?
It`s a f**ked up world, T-Streets take ya out it
That`s word to the glock, glock in my sock
Who`s left playin` shields better stop at the dot
Hold up

Uh, married to the money, you`re welcome to the reception
And she came with problems, f**k it, that`s my step sons
Sleepin` in the Maybach, wake me when the jet come
And I keep the toast, turn yo` ass to bread crumbs

Uh, based on a true story
I got a million flows, they ain`t even 2 storey`s
Sleepin` on the edge, I hope I don`t toss and turn
Shoot down the early bird and that`s how I get the worm, yeah

Real ni**a university, alumni
Just check my watch and that bitch say sometimes
She say when I`m in her, it feel like I`m soul searchin`
And they say money talks, well, it`s my spokes person

Uh, grab a star from the sun roof
I f**k her in her dreams and make her come true
Yeah, Young Money in the power
Send my B`s at you like a motherf**kin` flower

Hold up, hold up, hold up
Wait a minute
Hold up, hold up

We hustle till nightfall
Party till sunlight
Guns in the boxes
Don`t make this a gun fight

F**k them other ni**as
I f**k them ni**as bitches
Benadryl s**t
Trigga finger itches

And we hustle till nightfall
Party till sunlight
Guns in the boxes
Don`t make this a gun fight

F**k them other ni**as
I f**k them ni**as bitches
Benadryl s**t
Trigga finger itches

Hold up, hold up
Wait a minute
Hold up, hold up