Letras
Ch-ch-ch-ch-chyeah let me go
Mafia, what else? (Let me go)
Two, 27 (let me give my deepest thought you)
Fed bound, dancing with the devil in a red gown
Even if they arrest (let me go)
I bet that they won't catch with my pants down
Rather go hand to hand, handing them samps out (let me go)
Before I'm ever begging for a hand out
Hand out the window serving clucks
Nigga never took the scam route (let me go)
Play with blocks, I bring them sconey scams out
They might got a little fame now
But I remember they was fanned out (let me give my all to you)
Game timing shit but this ain't fan duel
Quick to give a nigga angel wings
Like he was sipping on a Red Bull
40 strip a nigga of his manhood
Never suck or stroking on no hoe
No, they can't live without him (let me go)
They can say the most
But that's one thing that they can't say about him
Made a lot of money off the street but most importantly
Don't play about my skrilla (let me go)
Know them killers, they don't play about me
Better go and catch up with your crowd before you catch a hollow (let me go)
'Cause I'm too busy catching powder
But my shooter trying to catch a body
He got 'em two for one, framework for half off
Mag light on the stick but he always got the flash off (woo-ooh)
Blinking out broad day, he took his mask off
Type to take the last shot, he ain't the type to pass off
Caught a hot one, at the 'spital, took his cast off
Money on your head, he quick to rip the tag off
Felt so much pain without picking the scabs off
When they took him up top
Made me wonder what was his last thoughts
Nephie just hit a lick, he dumped them on me half off
Don't give no fuck about no bitch, I get them quacks off
This Big Mac'll turn your brains into Mac Sauce, nigga (jack guy)
Why your baby be icing shit, they call him Jack Frost? (Let me give my inner soul to you)
Still ain't no lacking in the trap, I never slacked off