Lyrics Let It Rip - midwxst
Yeah,
woah
Yeah,
woah
Yeah,
woah
Yeah,
woah
I'm
at
the
top,
don't
think
that
I'm
stoppin'
Makin'
some
songs,
my
fans
tell
me,
"Drop
'em"
Designer
on
me
and
you
know
that
I'm
coppin'
Walk
into
Saks
'cause
you
know
that
I'm
shoppin'
I'm
in
the
top
two
and
I'm
not
second
Bro
got
a
choppa,
he
totin'
that
weapon
Feel
like
a
teacher,
I'll
teach
'em
a
lesson
Like
Ash,
already
know
I'ma
catch
'em
I
got
that
rocket
on
me,
let's
blast
Talkin'
that
shit?
We
beat
your
ass
You
wanna
talk,
but
don't
got
class
Countin'
my
money,
I
watch
it
add
Up
in
the
bank
and
it
never
go
down
The
hollow
tips
on
the
motherfuckin'
rounds
Do
not
think
I
can
let
my
mama
down
I'm
doin'
my
best,
I'ma
make
hеr
proud
(Yeah)
Do
not
think
I
want
your
ho,
sellin'
out
my
shows
Balenci'
my
toеs,
squad
I
keep
'em
close
This
the
life
I
chose,
ain't
do
this
alone
Stayin'
with
my
bros,
talk
to
me,
boy
watch
your
tone
You
want
that
smoke
so
we
pull
up
with
sticks
And
now
you
don't
wanna
talk
shit
I
gotta
a
choppa,
that
shit
finna
rip
Beyblade,
we
gon'
let
that
bitch
spin
Shout
out
the
gang,
yeah,
shout
out
my
twins
King
of
the
dough,
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
atop
that
[?]
Only
wanna
talk
shit
through
a
damn
phone
I
been
makin'
money
by
singin'
in
home
Talkin'
to
me,
boy,
you
bet'
watch
your
tone
Shout
outs
Antonio,
R.I.P.
Tone
She
said
I'm
not
shit,
but
I'm
makin'
her
moan
I
feel
like
I'm
Zee!
'cause
I'm
up
in
New
York
I'm
puttin'
in
effort,
I'm
puttin'
in
work
I
know
your
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
niggas
hatin',
I
know
that
they
watchin'
Accepting
defeat,
that
cannot
be
me
I'm
mixin'
the
Kapital
with
Louis
V
I
feel
like
Pharrell,
I've
been
rockin'
ICECREAM
Bapestas,
know
that
they
stay
on
the
feet
I
need
the
money,
but
[?]
Smokin'
on
gas,
it's
all
in
the
brain
[?]
when
I'm
off
the
plane
I
never
cared
'bout
that
shit,
don't
complain
[?]
stick,
stick,
know
you
don't
wan'
get
hit
Know
I'm
makin'
them
hits,
hits,
no,
I
cannot
miss
now
Wan'
copy
my
fits,
fits,
boy
wanna
be
like
me
He
tellin'
a
fib,
fib,
I
know
that
boy
lyin'
I'm
at
the
top,
don't
think
that
I'm
stoppin'
Makin'
some
songs,
my
fans
tell
me,
"Drop
'em"
Designer
on
me
and
you
know
that
I'm
coppin'
Walk
into
Saks
'cause
you
know
that
I'm
shoppin'
I'm
in
the
top
two
and
I'm
not
second
Bro
got
a
choppa,
he
totin'
that
weapon
Feel
like
a
teacher,
I'll
teach
'em
a
lesson
Like
Ash,
already
know
I'ma
catch
'em
1 Made It Back
2 Tic Tac Toe
3 Let It Rip
4 All Talk
5 Putting On (feat. BabySantana)
6 Putting On (feat. BabySantana)
7 Star
8 Slide (feat. ericdoa)
9 Slide (feat. Slump6s & ericdoa)
10 LA (feat. KA$HDAMI)
11 LA (feat. KA$HDAMI)
12 Chowder
13 Off The Wall
14 Transformer (feat. Xhulooo & Onlybino!)
15 Transformer (feat.Xhulooo & Onlybino!)
16 No Smoke (feat. DC The Don)
17 No Smoke (feat. DC The Don)
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