Lyrics Let's Go - Sha Hef

Let's Go

Back on that bullshit
Still got that full clip
Half a brick Hef back in this motherfucker
Came in on some thug shit
730, I’m a blood bitch
Shoo fly, you a bug bitch
Need a bankroll not a hug bitch
I’m on the block still, I don’t budge bitch
Flood shit when the plug lit
All my niggas on drugs, shit
I put a pipe bomb where the judge sit
I don’t judge niggas but y’all weirdos
TEC-9 with the air holes
Baby chopper with the shoulder strap
Feel like Soulja Slim, and do the Nolia clap
All these diamonds pull up, I can’t hold 'em back
I’m in the streets, I’m not a industry plant
Certified, don’t need a industry stamp
All these niggas went industry camp
I was dreaming 'bout the first of the month
In the kitchen, tryna make the shit jump
I was posted by the door with the pump
My nigga water whip our way out a slump
Take your money, tell you, «wait in the front»
Got some young niggas waiting in front
Niggas talking, niggas not with the funk
The '87 with the weight in the trunk
Niggas hating, I thought you was my mans
Niggas hating, I thought you was my fam
Niggas hating, I thought you was a fan
Got niggas waiting on my shit in Japan
Where was you when I was weighing the grams
Where was you when I was chopping the tan
Where was you when they was locking my mans
And where was you when I was busting like blam blam, blam, blam
Aw man, God damn
Hef on that bullshit again
I’m on they ass like Depends
Wish they could see it through my lens
All fam, no friends
No loose lips or loose ends
Niggas lose lives or lose limbs
No pretend
Used to sip pints of the Act' right?
Say you get bread, why you stack light?
You lil niggas just cap right?
I come from needles and crack pipes
He get the Mac, he don’t act right
You lil pussies just cat fight
Starving so pardon my appetite
We take your pack and we trap it, right
Perk 30 give a nigga the blues
Riding dirty half a brick of the food
In the streets we don’t play by no rules
Niggas snitching and they giving up clues
Fuck these niggas, we ain’t paying no dues
Fuck these niggas, we ain’t playing it cool
Fuck these niggas, we ain’t playing the fool
The Billy with me and he stay with the tool
Many men wish death on me
Feeling like I got a hex on me
Never let a nigga flex on me
So I keep the .38 spec' on me
Baby 9 but I’m a grown man
Nuts hang, I’m my own man
Hold grams, I don’t hold hands
Grip the steel tight like a slow dance
Fuck a bridge, I’m on a stunna island
My youngin’s banging on Rikers island
In the building we was likely wilding
Touch one of mine and we likely sliding
I’m with the violence, it ain’t like me hiding
20 with me, 20 likely riding
Ladder on me like I might be climbing
You lightly shining, know these might be diamonds
Turn a dickhead to a cliphead
Big Mac and it spit lead
Smoke dope and I sip meds
Real boss niggas keep the clique fed
This gang shit, you can’t hang, bitch
My whole neighborhood bang, bitch
'Lo fit, not Wang, bitch
Even mom dukes know the slang, bitch
Ain’t change bitch, I’m the same G
Still slang in the same P’s
Still rob a nigga for his keys
Step on the white, don’t do the skii’s
My new bitch prolly on tour
Selling out shows, getting encores
Me I’m posted somewhere offshore
Saying bonjour, copping more raw
Eat with the niggas I starved with
Ball with the niggas I robbed with
Die for the niggas I mob with
Draco by the armpit
Saddam, my niggas gon' bomb shit
Counting hundreds 'til my palms itch
Banging harder than LeBron, bitch
You see a Don, keep calm, bitch
Perk 30 give a nigga the blues
Riding dirty half a brick of the food
In the streets we don’t play by no rules
Niggas snitching and they giving up clues
Fuck these niggas, we ain’t paying no dues
Fuck these niggas, we ain’t playing it cool
Fuck these niggas, we ain’t playing the fool
The Billy with me and he stay with the tool