Let'R lyrics

[Intro]

Fresh outta that

Back to the trap

808 Mafia

808

Metro Boomin want some more nigga?

[Hook]

Hey, I fuck her once, forget her

I pull up and upset em

Smoke kush, it make me feel better

Your bitch choosin', just let her

Your bitch choosin', just let her

Your bitch choosin', just let her

Your bitch choosin', just let her

[Verse 1]

Ugh, Whole lotta Kush, whole lotta cars

Whole lotta hoes, whole lotta cash

Whole lotta planes, whole lotta spots

Whole lotta rooms, whole lotta pot

And it ain't gonna stop

[Bridge]

My niggas got (all in)

My niggas got (all in)

My niggas came (up in here)

My niggas came (up in here)

Your niggas ain't (ballin')

Your niggas ain't (ballin')

That's why your bitch want

(A real nigga to call in)

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Ugh, at me like a lighter in the wind

Tryna find out where I'm going

Your girl's figured out what I'm driving

You're out on the town and your nigga don't know

Rollin' up, tryna keep it on the low

You ain't on Instragram taking pictures

Tryna make the best of the moment

Parents don't know when your boss might kill ya

Man these hoes so familiar

One minute on the team, next minute they ain't withcha

Like the ho from the Clippers

Laid up watchin' movies in my Bathing Ape slippers

I got all this

I got a crib with a court in the back, motherfucker I'm ballin'

Kush conin', at the table taking shots and it's gone then

As I called it

(Your bitch want me, woah

Aw man, shit, aye! 28 grams nigga)

And my sweats cost more than your whole outfit

Shit I got on, it ain't from the store

Let her put it on while she rollin' Raw's

Young Khalifa man, all on the walls

[Hook]

[Outro]

Hahahahaha

Oh my god

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