Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let's Go, artist - Drakeo The Ruler. Date of issue: 01.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Let's Go |
| Smoove, what’s good, baby? |
| Thank you, Fizzle |
| Let go, let’s go, shawty, let go |
| Yeah, we seein' bread, we eatin' bankrolls |
| At the W, fuck the lay-overs |
| She only 21, but her money way older |
| So let go, let’s go, shawty, let’s go |
| Yeah, we seein' bread, we eatin' bankrolls |
| At the W, fuck the lay-overs |
| Run this shit up and remain focused |
| Let’s go, lit like the stoves, get dough |
| Let’s roll, break it down, let’s leave |
| Wintertime, fall pass, that means it’s less leaves |
| Harvest season, boot season, nigga, whatever |
| I just had to come with a reason to rock expensive sweaters |
| Use your weapons, Gucci leather, ridin' to Cold Devil |
| You know this Draco heavy, thousand dollar tools |
| Thousand dollar shoes |
| Drakeo and Bambino got Margielas, that’s 03 different blues |
| 03 got some different views |
| Just purchased a condo in the South 'cause I had deja vu |
| Birdhouse, bird brain, I had a different youth |
| Been flew out the nest, went in my chest, I had to make the news |
| Let’s go, my mama used to pray for this in pews |
| Churches full of liars, I be preachin' in my interviews |
| Street nigga testimony, pop you if you test the homie |
| I just read on Malcolm X, By Any Means Necessary |
| And I felt the Holy Ghost inside my yard |
| I want the Wraith so I’ma kill the booth |
| Million dollar deal, gave my mom a chill |
| Gave my daughter gifts, thought I wasn’t here |
| Almost shed a tear, glad I kept it real, 03 |
| Let go, let’s go, shawty, let go |
| Yeah, we seein' bread, we eatin' bankrolls |
| At the W, fuck the lay-overs |
| She only 21, but her money way older |
| So let go, let’s go, shawty, let’s go |
| Yeah, we seein' bread, we eatin' bankrolls |
| At the W, fuck the lay-overs |
| Run this shit up and remain focused |
| Me and Maylene battling for custody, I can’t let go |
| You know my Ruler drastic, I’m a nutso, klepto |
| An acronym, an F&N is on me, I’ma let go |
| Roll bounce on my neck, got VS on my set stone |
| Do these niggas dead wrong, shells rip through teflon |
| Picasso, paint a picture and it’s vivid, on my Margielas |
| Nigga, pay attention, the olympics, brought my gold medals |
| Lyin' ass nigga, know Geppetto is your songwriter |
| I don’t do the long typing, black ops, long sniping |
| It’s gon' be a long night, disco ball, strobe lights |
| .223's, Bron and Mike, 03 just got out tonight |
| Free my nigga Ketchy and free Kel, bustin' niggas' eyes |
| Spendin' so much money on my pieces, make a nigga cry |
| Bin Laden when I ride, I’m off a twelve, you see my eyes |
| When opening the newspaper, only time I see my opps |
| Free my guys and free your wife, if niggas wanna beef, aight |
| Aiming, if he in my space, tell him the Twitter lies |
| Niggas thought they gave me life, ridin' in the spaceship light |
| Jeezy wanna take a ride, niggas wanna take my life |
| Star Wars laser fight, Drakeo like to play with life, ugh |