Yeah, huh
Phew, yeah
Yeah, go
(Run that shit up, Squill)
Yeah, get the fuck outta here
Let's go, uh, phew

Let's go, huh, let's go, huh
Let's go, let's go, let's go, huh
Let's go, uh, let's go, yeah
Let's go, let's go, let's go, huh

I'm crippin' I do it in three ways
I knew I was pimping two hoes up on three way
Trappin' I got the same clothes on for three days
I buy what I want you nigga know I'm three paid (he Ricky)
Hit him in the back with the 12 gauge
Or we gon' do that nigga like they did Ray Ray (Ray Ray)
Got a nigga stealin' from his friends
Ridin' wit a Drac' in a Benz
Lord forgive me, you know that I have sinned
Thuggin' in and out the pin
My Glock was so lonely I bought him a twin
And a clip for him just to extend
But fuck it we ain't gon' get into that
I feel like a defensive end when I get the sack
I vow for the gang and I swear I ain't switching back
I could vouch your mind, took his time, told him give me that
Rest in peace Simi, wish I could get Simi back
Run with the pack tryna boost up my cardiac
I'm Grape Street Crippin' Big Raymond started that
No twistin' no purple-nurple with the starter caps
How you a thirty old but your father rap
After I wipe his nose I'ma run a lap
Dippin' from 12 dodgin' them cells
I got the bond money I just don't wanna go back to jail

Let's go, let's go, huh
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go, yeah
Let's go, let's go, let's go, huh

Let's go, huh, let's go, huh
Let's go, let's go, let's go, huh
Let's go, uh, let's go, yeah
Let's go, let's go, let's go

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Writer(s): James Lee Baker, Michael Mora, William Valella