"LET EM" lyrics
(feat. Luke Holland)
Yo
I am at the end of my own wits, I'm 'bout to make another trend
You'll follow, bitch, so swallow this, then give it to the next fiend, I won't snitch
My pockets lit from robbing bitches of they innocence just after they pop my shit
Like hollow tips, I'm gonna get to riddlin' Glocks and blicks like Pac V Big
Nas V Jig, I won't leave the ring till I knock yo' wig
Check, two-one, gotta keep your guard up, feel it in your fists 'fore you box him in
Clock in ten, then spot one swing, then shimmy to the left and dodge it the
He gon' wake up and say, "What happened?"
"Homie did a step then got yo chin"
Boy, I'm fed up, I won't let up
I'ma get 'em, die tryin' till my body won't let me
Yeah, I'ma get 'em, I won't let up
I'ma get 'em, die tryin' till my body won't let me
Yeah, I'ma get 'em
In a predicament, thinkin' of how I'll get into griddin' 'em out
I'm feelin it now, red is the pigment, spillin' a
Little bit out of my brow
See through the cloud, I'm whippin' ya ligaments with or without an arena, yo posse gon' dip in and out
Make 'em all see how you bow down, knowin' you can't land no hits
Sack o' shit, lemme teach you 'bout scrappin', bitch
Don't go thinkin' you can fuck my guard up, when you don't even telegraph no flicks
Jab and switch yo' hands, don't miss, one step or you gon' feel the wrath of ten
Simultaneous punches aimed with one till ya skully gon' crack again
Boy, I'm fed up, I won't let up
I'ma get 'em, die tryin' till my body won't let me
Yeah, I'ma get 'em, I won't let up
I'ma get 'em, die tryin' till my body won't let me
Yeah, I'ma get 'em all or die tryin'
No, I won't let 'em know, they can die tryin'
I'ma get 'em all or die tryin'
No, I won't let 'em know, they can die tryin'
Fuck it, I'm not suprised if you couldn't make it to round 3
The fight that I'm fighting is more than myself, little homie, don't make it about me
'Cause the wars being fought in this world with its soldiers don't give a fuck about ouchies
So if one gets caught by a .308, mothafuckas like I go like, "How about me?"
Put me in that shit, get them hit
They don't know my mental switch that quick
Push my comrade's carcass, take his seat, don't worry, I'll change that clip
Kiss my fingers, put 'em on the handle, aim it down that fake ass bitch
50 BMG, I'ma get 'em all split, ain't savin' shit
'Cause man, I'm fed up, I won't let up
I'ma get 'em, die tryin' till my body won't let me
Yeah, I'ma get 'em, I won't let up
I'ma get 'em, die tryin' till my body won't let me
'Cause man, I'm fed up, I won't let up
I'ma get 'em, die tryin' till my body won't let me
Yeah, I'ma get 'em, I won't let up
I'ma get 'em, die tryin' till my body won't let me
I'ma get 'em, die tryin'
I won't let up
I won't let up
I am at the end of my own wits, I'm 'bout to make another trend
You'll follow, bitch, so swallow this, then give it to the next fiend, I won't snitch
My pockets lit from robbing bitches of they innocence just after they pop my shit
Like hollow tips, I'm gonna get to riddlin' Glocks and blicks like Pac V Big
Nas V Jig, I won't leave the ring till I knock yo' wig
Check, two-one, gotta keep your guard up, feel it in your fists 'fore you box him in
Clock in ten, then spot one swing, then shimmy to the left and dodge it the
He gon' wake up and say, "What happened?"
"Homie did a step then got yo chin"
Boy, I'm fed up, I won't let up
I'ma get 'em, die tryin' till my body won't let me
Yeah, I'ma get 'em, I won't let up
I'ma get 'em, die tryin' till my body won't let me
Yeah, I'ma get 'em
In a predicament, thinkin' of how I'll get into griddin' 'em out
I'm feelin it now, red is the pigment, spillin' a
Little bit out of my brow
See through the cloud, I'm whippin' ya ligaments with or without an arena, yo posse gon' dip in and out
Make 'em all see how you bow down, knowin' you can't land no hits
Sack o' shit, lemme teach you 'bout scrappin', bitch
Don't go thinkin' you can fuck my guard up, when you don't even telegraph no flicks
Jab and switch yo' hands, don't miss, one step or you gon' feel the wrath of ten
Simultaneous punches aimed with one till ya skully gon' crack again
Boy, I'm fed up, I won't let up
I'ma get 'em, die tryin' till my body won't let me
Yeah, I'ma get 'em, I won't let up
I'ma get 'em, die tryin' till my body won't let me
Yeah, I'ma get 'em all or die tryin'
No, I won't let 'em know, they can die tryin'
I'ma get 'em all or die tryin'
No, I won't let 'em know, they can die tryin'
Fuck it, I'm not suprised if you couldn't make it to round 3
The fight that I'm fighting is more than myself, little homie, don't make it about me
'Cause the wars being fought in this world with its soldiers don't give a fuck about ouchies
So if one gets caught by a .308, mothafuckas like I go like, "How about me?"
Put me in that shit, get them hit
They don't know my mental switch that quick
Push my comrade's carcass, take his seat, don't worry, I'll change that clip
Kiss my fingers, put 'em on the handle, aim it down that fake ass bitch
50 BMG, I'ma get 'em all split, ain't savin' shit
'Cause man, I'm fed up, I won't let up
I'ma get 'em, die tryin' till my body won't let me
Yeah, I'ma get 'em, I won't let up
I'ma get 'em, die tryin' till my body won't let me
'Cause man, I'm fed up, I won't let up
I'ma get 'em, die tryin' till my body won't let me
Yeah, I'ma get 'em, I won't let up
I'ma get 'em, die tryin' till my body won't let me
I'ma get 'em, die tryin'
I won't let up
I won't let up
