Let It Ride

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Ayy
You know it’s Lor Tri nigga
Ayy
Before I kill a opp I look him in his Eyes and then I spark
Right then I get another glizzy I ain’t Fucking with no narcs
Walk through that block bitch you Know that we be trapping in the dark
Spray through his house blood on the
Walls I tell him this a work of art
Ayy
Niggas said my trap game on lock
Got a drac on my lap leave his head With a knot
Like it’s cinnamon toast I put him in The box
With this gun I got tired of killing Them opps
Hitta got a new drac and it’s bigger Than mine
Let it blow a few shots in his hip and His spine
Yeah that nigga the winner of Punching the time
He gone try not to run put a clip on His line
Me and my niggas we thuggin so Hard the police let him know we Going too far
He wanted to bargain but I never Bargain i upped from my hip
And Then I fucking sparked him
Splatted his blood that shit on the Walls they thought it was paint they Called me a artist
Shoot at the opps like I’m James Harden
Try me not niggas know I’m the Hardest
Lotta snake in the grass I f*ck up the Lawn
Got a lil bit of aim but bitch I’m a don
Niggas know how we spinning we Slide until dawn
Smoke I stay with it I never Withdraw
Keeping it quiet I move on the low
Why the police asking me I’m telling Them no
Keep it concealed I’m switching my Flow
We dropping the opps I hit 2 in a Row
Caught a body I told em we keeping It low
I’m keeping it quiet I’m going below
Said he would pay me back that was Years ago
Bitch I’m going too fast you going Too slow
Shoot him in his back watch it go Through his heart
Red dot red beam put him on the Mark
I be running this shit i blow up in The dark
And if I see that bitch you know i’ma Embark
Let him catch me in that jam I’ma let It ride
Caught him lacking in the trap let
My bullets fly
Left him dripping on the floor tell Him say goodbye
And if a nigga wanna try he gone Fucking die
Ayy
Try me not lil nigga you know I ain’t Never gotta run
All these niggas looking I swear to God I’m not the one
Got the clip and left him dripping Bitch you know we kill for fun
Send a hit i let him know but guess What bitch i ain’t done
Get that clip and then I knock that Nigga right out of his shoes
Police asking me them niggas ain’t Gone never have a clue
Running winter bitch I’m cold just Like I got the fucking flu
Carbons drac’s for guns why you Niggas still tote 22’s
Fire guns up in this party we don’t Tuck no fuckng chains
Got to dipping catch him slipping Then I drop him in the rain
40 Pistol got to whipping niggas Tripping in the game
Equip the glizzy on my hip and then I Hit another stain
Let him catch me in that jam I’ma let It ride
Caught him lacking in the trap let
My bullets fly
Left him dripping on the floor tell Him say goodbye
And if a nigga wanna try he gone Fucking die

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