Let It Go

[Intro: TrapGoKrazy]
It's Swoo Gang, baby
Ooh, yeah

[Verse 1: TrapGoKrazy]
I'm with Xhu, I'm with Clip, got packs for the low
Blatt, F&N bullets finna blow
My bitch bad, she heaven-sent, ass like Amber Rose
Damn, we count up presidents [?]
Thinking I'm in Need for Speed in that Aventador
Finna sign to YoungBoy because I can't go back poor, no
Niggas cannot play because we got choppers galore, ah
I be poppin' Percocets like my whole body sore, ah
Chome Hearts, I just ordered it, but I still want some, ah
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Your bitch be so passed around like she just went on tour, ah
Send that boy to hell where he gеt flamed up with this torch
Yes, I got my bag, I got my bag and I went North

[Verse 2: Luv4Clip]
Yеah, I think my mans tryna tell me something
He said, "Lil Clip, he got another gun"
Yeah, I'm with my clique, you cannot tell us nothing
Yeah, we three for three, we got another one
Go, go, go, go (Let it go)
Go, go, go, go (Let it go, let it go)
Go, go, go, go (Let it go, let it go)
Go, go, go, go (Let it go, let it go)
I'm with bro, I got stacks, I'ma let 'em go
If he talking, bodybag him like he fuckin' to-go
Up the chop and it's aiming right up at your skull
Dropped an opp, it's three to one, man, we just upped the score

[Verse 3: Xhulooo]
And I don't shoot shit, but my niggas do
My niggas, they go for the loot
We gon' pull up in that coupe
And we put that boy on the floor like a mop
Yeah, I'm down the mob
She loving the squad, that ho is not mine
And I know that she love it, I hit from behind
We got sticks, nigga, move
Can't love shawty 'cause she foolish
That nigga talk down, who is you?
My bitch bad rockin' Jimmy Choos
And just tell me the truth, don't gotta lie
Got that bitch in the air like a butterfly
If she tellin' me hi, I'm sayin' bye
Red dot on your neck like a bowtie
Ain't shoutout to TrapGoKrazy, but my trap go crazy as a bitch
Servin' junkies in this bitch
If she love me, say that then
You know uno pluto, 22 and like Xhulooo
That mean I don't want no kudo
With my dawgs, shoutout Kujo
Yeah, that nigga, he want smoke
We got smoke for the low
Come on out, what you tote
We got sticks on the go
SRT, I'm going ghost
That boy a lame and he know
That I know, and we know
Xhulooo try, we let it go
Let it blow, talk my shit, let 'em know, where to go
There they go
We gon' let it go