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let's go - sha hef lyrics

[intro]
back on that bullsh-t
still got that full clip
half a brick hef back in this motherf-cker

[verse 1]
came in on some thug sh-t
730, i’m a blood b-tch
shoo fly, you a bug b-tch
need a bankroll not a hug b-tch
i’m on the block still, i don’t budge b-tch
flood sh-t when the plug lit
all my n-ggas on drugs, sh-t
i put a pipe bomb where the judge sit
i don’t judge n-ggas 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 n-ggas went industry camp
i was dreaming ’bout the first of the month
in the kitchen, tryna make the sh-t jump
i was posted by the door with the pump
my n-gga water whip our way out a slump
take your money, tell you, “wait in the front”
got some young n-ggas waiting in front
n-ggas talking, n-ggas not with the funk
the ’87 with the weight in the trunk
n-ggas hating, i thought you was my mans
n-ggas hating, i thought you was my fam
n-ggas hating, i thought you was a fan
got n-ggas waiting on my sh-t in j-pan
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 d-mn
hef on that bullsh-t again
i’m on they -ss like depends
wish they could see it through my lens
all fam, no friends
no loose lips or loose ends
n-ggas 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 n-ggas just cap right?
i come from needles and crack pipes
he get the mac, he don’t act right
you lil p-ssies just cat fight
starving so pardon my appet-te
we take your pack and we trap it, right

[hook x2]
perk 30 give a n-gga the blues
riding dirty half a brick of the food
in the streets we don’t play by no rules
n-ggas snitching and they giving up clues
f-ck these n-ggas, we ain’t paying no dues
f-ck these n-ggas, we ain’t playing it cool
f-ck these n-ggas, we ain’t playing the fool
the billy with me and he stay with the tool

[verse 2]
many men wish death on me
feeling like i got a hex on me
never let a n-gga 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
f-ck 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 d-ckhead to a cliphead
big mac and it spit lead
smoke dope and i sip meds
real boss n-ggas keep the clique fed
this gang sh-t, you can’t hang, b-tch
my whole neighborhood bang, b-tch
‘lo fit, not w-ng, b-tch
even mom dukes know the slang, b-tch
ain’t change b-tch, i’m the same g
still slang in the same p’s
still rob a n-gga for his keys
step on the white, don’t do the skii’s
my new b-tch prolly on tour
selling out shows, getting encores
me i’m posted somewhere offsh0r-
saying bonjour, copping more raw
eat with the n-ggas i starved with
ball with the n-ggas i robbed with
die for the n-ggas i mob with
draco by the armpit
saddam, my n-ggas gon’ bomb sh-t
counting hundreds ’til my palms itch
banging harder than lebron, b-tch
you see a don, keep calm, b-tch

- sha hef lyrics

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