midwxst – Let It Rip

midwxst – Let It Rip Lyrics

Artist: midwxst
Song: Let It Rip

Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah

I’m at the top, don’t think that I’m stoppin’
Makin’ some songs, my friends tell me drop ’em
Designer on me and you know that I’m coppin’
Walk into Saks, ’cause you know that I’m shoppin’

I’m in the top two and I am not second
Bro got a chop and he’s holdin’ that weapon
Feel like a teacher, I’ll teach him a lesson (BenjiCold, why you icy?)
Like Ash, you already know I’ma catch him

I got that rod on me, let’s blast
Talkin’ that sh#t, we beat your #ss
You wanna talk, but don’t got class
Countin’ my money, I watch your ahh

Up in the bank and it never go down
The hollow tips on the motherf#ckin’ rounds
Do not think I can let my mama down
I’m doin’ my best, I’ma make her proud (Yeah)

And I think I want your ho, sellin’ out my shows
Balenci’ my toes, squad I keep ’em close
This the life I chose, ain’t do this too low
Stayin’ with my bros, talk to me, but watch your tone

You want that smoke so we pull up with sticks
And now you don’t wanna talk sh#t
I gotta a choppa, that sh#t finna rip
Beyblade, we gon’ let that b#tch spin

Shout out the gang, yeah, shout out my twins
King of the dough, b#tch, I always win
Doin’ for family, I do it for kids
Free all my brothers that’s locked in the pin

I finna get attacked, [?] stickin’ pole
Only wanna talk sh#t through a damn phone
I been makin’ money by singin’ in home
Talkin’ to me, boy, you better watch your tone

Shout out to Antonio, R.I.P Tone
She said I’m not sh#t, but I’m makin’ her moan
I feel like I’m Zee! ’cause I’m up in New York
I’m puttin’ in effort, I’m puttin’ in work

I know your girl want me, yeah, she tryna flirt
I don’t even want her, but I know you hurt
Come with the cash if you want a verse
Killin’ my features, put ’em in a hearse

Kill them m#th*rf#ck*rs, put ’em in the dirt
I was real down bad, think I had a curse
But I’m up at the top, I ain’t stoppin’
Know n#gg#s hatin’, I know that they watchin’

Accepting defeat, that cannot be me
I mixin’ the cap up with a Louis V
I feel like Pharrell, I’m been rockin’ ICECREAM
Bapestas, [?], stay on the feet

I need the money, but [?]
Smokin’ on gas, it’s all in the brain
[?] when I’m off the plane
I know they cappin’, but that sh#t still don’t make sense

Walk in with a stick, stick, know you don’t wan’ get hit
Now I’m makin’ them hits, hits, no walkin’ no miss now
Bro coppin’ my fits, fits, don’t wanna be lame, man
He tellin’ a fib, fib, I know that boy lyin’

I’m at the top, don’t think that I’m stoppin’
Makin’ some songs, my friends tell me drop ’em
Designer on me and you know that I’m coppin’
Walk into Saks, ’cause you know that I’m shoppin’

I’m in the top two and I am not second
Bro got a chop and he’s holdin’ that weapon
Feel like a teacher, I’ll teach him a lesson
Like Ash, you already know I’ma catch him
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From the album:
BACK IN ACTION [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021