Let's go
Let's go (yeah)
Dig, dig, dig (hold up, Spiffy on this motherfucker)
(Uno, I killed it)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

If I said I love you then I meant it
Yeah, I told you I'd take you out them trenches
Bad bitch hair long, got them inches (what?)
And she got them heels on, got them inches, yeah
And the clip long, got extensions, yeah
I love her 'cause she is independent (dig), yeah
She love me, my face inside her pendant (dig)
I put this shit together, I just mend it (dig), yeah

Why so serious? Girl, can you blend in? Ah
Every time I see you, I be feelin' it, yeah
Diamonds on my neck and they be chillin' (ice), yeah
I told her I love her, what a feelin' (dig), yeah
Money on my mind, money on my mental (let's go)
I don't need these niggas 'cause they not essential (at all)
I was raised up from the dirt (dig)
All these niggas, they keep playin', I might just end 'em, end 'em
Yeah, girl, and I feel like Thanos, got a fist full of rings (ice)
May be a Soprano, I got mob ties, not ashamed (yeah)
Like I'm from Chicago, I had to hit me a stain (what?)
I just had to tell you that me and you not the same (nope)
Different thoughts that circulate all through my mental (slatt, dig)
Huh, with some big Blood like a menstrual (dig)
I be with some Crips, stamped like a stencil
They ain't playin' (what?)
Diamonds on my middle finger, fuck you today (bitch)
Bitches jumpin' up and down for me, hip-hip-hooray (let's go)
No cap in my rap, a true story like future said

If I said I love you then I meant it (dig)
Yeah, I told you I'd take you out them trenches
Bad bitch hair long, got them inches (what?)
And she got them heels on, got them inches, yeah
And the clip long, got extensions, yeah
I love her 'cause she is independent (dig), yeah
She love me, my face inside her pendant (dig)
I put this shit together, I just mend it (dig)

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Writer(s): Coutland Johnson, Troy Lane