Let Em Know

[Intro: Lil Rae]
(Beezyy make bangers)
YCOE
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Come here, come here
Gotta let 'em know
Gotta let these niggas know

[Verse 1: Lil Rae]
Ridin' in that Phantom, tell that bullshit we ain't hearin' 'em
Red on the outside, but she chocolate, somethin' like an M&M, on God (That's on God)
I got them peanut butter seats
Come here, where the hell you goin', baby? Don't you run from me
Boy, them SI diamonds, not the real ones, you ain't foolin' me
Ayy, he must be smokin' crack or somethin', talkin' 'bout he shootin' me
I can't lie, this opp pack pullin', twin, come unloosen the leaf
Thought Lil Rae was a lumberjack, .300 Blackout chop down trees (On God, on God)
I broke my money counter tryna count two hundred thousand cash
It's two-ten up on my dash, I'm inside the brand-new Jag' (We off)
Think I'm mad about that scram? That's some shit me and twin had (I don't want that bitch)
Tim and BK just cap rap, go in Lids and get two hats
Matter fact, get some get-back, I already know who in this pack
Ayy, that blunt filled up with Sco and Flash, we're smokin' on Bird inside the 'Bach
I won't do no song with you, lil' nigga, I heard that you a rat
I'm ridin' 'round dolo with two 19s, both of 'em got KRISS Vector mags

[Verse 2: DEMIYAA]
Go get a dub up out the bank and spend that shit because I can
Super turnt, I make the black truck pick us up whenever we ran
It's just me, Money, and Jamie, kickin' shit, we in Japan
With my nigga wrong or right, no, I don't play about my man
Put a dick up in your mouth, lil' bitch, 'cause it's fuck what you're sayin'
Lil' Miyaa with no pape', that's just somethin' I can never imagine
She fucked the whole crew, her pussy hotter than a dragon
And we get this shit litter than a hood house full of bad kids
Roll up a blunt and spark it, I get higher than Aladdin
Ho say she finna crash out, I tell that bitch to get mad then
Said you gettin' money, had to be in the past tense
AMG 63, this a G-Wagen