Let ’Em Have It

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse]
I got a bloc who speak Spanish, he Dominican
Got into it with a nigga, stomped him out in my Timberlands
He thought the lean had codeine in it, but it only said Phenergran
Got three bitches tryna chill, how I get in this predicament?
Can't believe I kicked my cup over, it was sickening
Out of town like, "I don't ever wanna go back to Michigan"
In the 'Cat with Brembo brakes and the tires say Michelin
He think he can beat my plug price? What's the ticket, then?
Bought a pint, sold six ounces, only got a ten left
Bought a 'bow, only got twelve ounces for sale, I'ma keep the rest
Only way to survive this AK if you use a vest
Only way to hit him in his head if you shoot at his neck
Bitch call herself cuttin' me off, said I use her for sex
Got a redbone givin' me head, she do it the best
I was drinkin' lean too much, now I'm usin' it less
I was 'bout to pour a four of Tris, but I'm doin' the Tech
Gotta tell me what you want before you come, I am not gon' guess
The t-shit that I got on says Supreme, this is not no Guess
Only seen her headshot, but I can tell that she fat 'cause she fat don't got no neck
He was drivin', got shot one time in the head and he got in a wreck
If we can't find him, we gon' whack his brother, then his cousin next
I'll knock the whole family off, give me a hundred racks
If he only ran off on me once, then he's smart for not comin' back
When we comin', he gettin' tied up and tortured, gettin' used as a punching bag
My lil' nigga playin' with the cards, he just punched a jack
I'll buy my bitch a car before she get a bag
They thought they was gon' always be together but that didn't last
Always talkin' 'bout some shit you had, well, what you got now? That shit was in the past
He played with the wrong fuckin' person, now he in a casket
We done took too many losses, we ain't givin' out passes
If we knew that he was gettin' cremated, would've burnt him to ashes
The way the bag disappear, you would think that it's magic
Make twenty flips in one spot, I feel acrobatic
Irritated, ran out of lean, I feel like an addict
Pos hit the crib, but they ain't find shit, it was in the attic
I think the first watch that I get is gon' be a Patek
Change my number, thought my phone was tapped, I heard too much static
He just popped up with some money, he must've did his taxes
Bitch pussy drier than a desert, I ain't even crack it
Went out of town, left my Bape jacket, I forgot to pack it
I get my weed in exotic bags, I don't use no plastic
I was fuckin' with the chick, but she can never be my bitch 'cause she too damn ratchet
Me and bro both had— ah, fuck
Me and bro both had to hoop shit, but he was shootin' baskets
Put myself in the game, start grindin' hard, I ain't have to practice
Every time you hear my voice on the track, it gon' be a classic
They gon' try to steal my flow, but they couldn't do it better if I let 'em have it
If a nigga act like he want a problem, I'ma let him have it