Lets Go by JB Bin Laden Lyrics
[Hook]
Finessing that work, before I leave this earth
OTF first, till I lay in dirt
Double my worth, 100 my worth, nigga let's work
Ridin' with a motherfucker pole
Ay B to the motherfucker O's, fuck nigga let's go
Red dot nigga O's, he reap what he sow
My squad on go, I'm tryna expose, that's Chase that's O's
Let's motherfucking go, my niggas on go
Nigga know that, body bag if he owe that
[Verse 1: JB Bin Laden]
I heard he got rolls, got pounds on the low
Time for a kick door, whole team they'll go
These niggas is hoes, like a striper we grip poles
Drop a 6, hit a slow, now I sip and I smoke
A lot of dead folks, Spent your rent on my clothes
I be right by that store, Seven-One, Seven-Oh
Catch an opp and we blow
Four fifth what I tote, turn niggas to a ghost
Get fixed if you broke, this bitch gon' be slow
Sucking dick for the folks, sellin' hit on my door
It don't go like that, you gotta fuck and go
I'm a young nigga, it ain't nothing nigga
I'm chasin funds nigga, I'ma get to the dough
I'ma flip and get more, then I'ma get more
I be flexing hard, I'll pull ya card, say you juggin' hard (ha)
Well, bitch don't get poked
Let a opp try to slide through thinkin it was dead, pow pow pow pow four-fifth at his door
Get hit with this [?], still living? iight lil bro go head and empty some more
It's murder she wrote, some do it for money, some do it for hoes
I don't do it for none, bitch I do it for bro
Few get exposed, smoking on loud, i can't hear you lil folks
You smoke midget lil folks, I get digits [?]
All my niggas grind, we gon [?]
[?] since a kid bout dough, take a nigga down if a nigga got O's
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Fastlane Fid]
All i know get it, ain't nothin given, to they outta prison
My Glock on the premise, squad lookin grimace
Work in the kitchen, lets work on the pigeons
Strap wit a motherfuckin space gun, till 12 and that motherfuckin day come
Yelling out squad, and [?]
One fear, that's law
My pockets are large
If that grow on tree, if not ima fraud
I boss, I [?] shit, real niggas i brought wit
I mean who i came wit my brother, my keeper
He know its the same shit, so everybody opps if they not who I came wit
Fastlane on same shit, band up, lil homies on gang shit
Shine up my shades black, but i still come through and paint shit
They know me, on a off day still ain't a bitch, i can't [?]
Might fuck around go hang a nigga on the strength of who a nigga hang wit
My side bitch your main bitch, then appetize your main dish
In the trap house with the slabs out, my day shift your main bitch
Like fuck nigga, fuck where you came, if a opp block you came wit
Finessin, I'm pressin the pain switch
[JB Bin Laden]
I'm a young nigga, it ain't nothing nigga
I'm chasin funds nigga, I'ma get to the dough
I'ma flip and get more, then I'ma get more
I be flexing hard, I'll pull ya card, say you juggin' hard (ha)
[Fastlane Fid]
Band up, lil homies on gang shit
Shine up my shades black, but i still come through and paint shit
[Hook]
Finessing that work, before I leave this earth
OTF first, till I lay in dirt
Double my worth, 100 my worth, nigga let's work
Ridin' with a motherfucker pole
Ay B to the motherfucker O's, fuck nigga let's go
Red dot nigga O's, he reap what he sow
My squad on go, I'm tryna expose, that's Chase that's O's
Let's motherfucking go, my niggas on go
Nigga know that, body bag if he owe that
[Verse 1: JB Bin Laden]
I heard he got rolls, got pounds on the low
Time for a kick door, whole team they'll go
These niggas is hoes, like a striper we grip poles
Drop a 6, hit a slow, now I sip and I smoke
A lot of dead folks, Spent your rent on my clothes
I be right by that store, Seven-One, Seven-Oh
Catch an opp and we blow
Four fifth what I tote, turn niggas to a ghost
Get fixed if you broke, this bitch gon' be slow
Sucking dick for the folks, sellin' hit on my door
It don't go like that, you gotta fuck and go
I'm a young nigga, it ain't nothing nigga
I'm chasin funds nigga, I'ma get to the dough
I'ma flip and get more, then I'ma get more
I be flexing hard, I'll pull ya card, say you juggin' hard (ha)
Well, bitch don't get poked
Let a opp try to slide through thinkin it was dead, pow pow pow pow four-fifth at his door
Get hit with this [?], still living? iight lil bro go head and empty some more
It's murder she wrote, some do it for money, some do it for hoes
I don't do it for none, bitch I do it for bro
Few get exposed, smoking on loud, i can't hear you lil folks
You smoke midget lil folks, I get digits [?]
All my niggas grind, we gon [?]
[?] since a kid bout dough, take a nigga down if a nigga got O's
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Fastlane Fid]
All i know get it, ain't nothin given, to they outta prison
My Glock on the premise, squad lookin grimace
Work in the kitchen, lets work on the pigeons
Strap wit a motherfuckin space gun, till 12 and that motherfuckin day come
Yelling out squad, and [?]
One fear, that's law
My pockets are large
If that grow on tree, if not ima fraud
I boss, I [?] shit, real niggas i brought wit
I mean who i came wit my brother, my keeper
He know its the same shit, so everybody opps if they not who I came wit
Fastlane on same shit, band up, lil homies on gang shit
Shine up my shades black, but i still come through and paint shit
They know me, on a off day still ain't a bitch, i can't [?]
Might fuck around go hang a nigga on the strength of who a nigga hang wit
My side bitch your main bitch, then appetize your main dish
In the trap house with the slabs out, my day shift your main bitch
Like fuck nigga, fuck where you came, if a opp block you came wit
Finessin, I'm pressin the pain switch
[JB Bin Laden]
I'm a young nigga, it ain't nothing nigga
I'm chasin funds nigga, I'ma get to the dough
I'ma flip and get more, then I'ma get more
I be flexing hard, I'll pull ya card, say you juggin' hard (ha)
[Fastlane Fid]
Band up, lil homies on gang shit
Shine up my shades black, but i still come through and paint shit
[Hook]