Let It Rip
midwxst"Let It Rip" is a song by midwxst, released in 2021 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:13 long and contains 68 lines and 549 words.
Lyrics
0:01Yeah, woah
0:04Yeah, woah
0:07Yeah, woah
0:11Yeah, woah
0:14I'm at the top, don't think that I'm stoppin'
0:15Makin' some songs, my fans tell me, "Drop 'em"
0:17Designer on me and you know that I'm coppin'
0:18Walk into Saks 'cause you know that I'm shoppin'
0:20I'm in the top two and I'm not second
0:22Bro got a choppa, he totin' that weapon
0:23Feel like a teacher, I'll teach 'em a lesson (BenjiCold, why you icy?)
0:25Like Ash, already know I'ma catch 'em
0:27I got that rocket on me, let's blast
0:28Talkin' that shit? We beat your ass
0:30You wanna talk, but don't got class
0:31Countin' my money, I watch it add
0:33Up in the bank and it never go down
0:34The hollow tips on the motherfuckin' rounds
0:36Do not think I can let my mama down
0:38I'm doin' my best, I'ma make hеr proud (Yeah)
0:39Do not think I want your ho, sellin' out my shows
0:42Balenci' my toеs, squad I keep 'em close
0:46This the life I chose, ain't do this alone
0:49Stayin' with my bros, talk to me, boy watch your tone
0:54You want that smoke so we pull up with sticks
0:55And now you don't wanna talk shit
0:57I gotta a choppa, that shit finna rip
0:58Beyblade, we gon' let that bitch spin
1:00Shout out the gang, yeah, shout out my twins
1:02King of the dough, bitch, I always win
1:04Do it for family, I do it for kin
1:05Free all my brothers that's locked in the pen
1:07I'm finna get atop that
1:09Only wanna talk shit through a damn phone
1:11I been makin' money by singin' in home
1:12Talkin' to me, boy, you bet' watch your tone
1:14Shout outs Antonio, R.I.P. Tone
1:16She said I'm not shit, but I'm makin' her moan
1:18I feel like I'm Zee! 'cause I'm up in New York
1:20I'm puttin' in effort, I'm puttin' in work
1:21I know your girl want me, yeah, she tryna flirt
1:23I don't even want her, but I know you hurt
1:24Come with the cash if you want a verse
1:26Killin' my features, put 'em in a hearse
1:28Kill them motherfuckers, put 'em in the dirt
1:30I was real down bad, think I had a curse
1:31But I'm up at the top, I ain't stoppin'
1:33Know niggas hatin', I know that they watchin'
1:35Accepting defeat, that cannot be me
1:36I'm mixin' the Kapital with Louis V
1:38I feel like Pharrell, I've been rockin' ICECREAM
1:40Bapestas, know that they stay on the feet
1:41I need the money, but
1:43Smokin' on gas, it's all in the brain
1:45when I'm off the plane
1:46I never cared 'bout that shit, don't complain
1:48stick, stick, know you don't wan' get hit
1:51Know I'm makin' them hits, hits, no, I cannot miss now
1:55Wan' copy my fits, fits, boy wanna be like me
1:57He tellin' a fib, fib, I know that boy lyin'
2:01I'm at the top, don't think that I'm stoppin'
2:04Makin' some songs, my fans tell me, "Drop 'em"
2:05Designer on me and you know that I'm coppin'
2:06Walk into Saks 'cause you know that I'm shoppin'
2:08I'm in the top two and I'm not second
2:10Bro got a choppa, he totin' that weapon
2:11Feel like a teacher, I'll teach 'em a lesson
2:13Like Ash, already know I'ma catch 'em
Yeah, woah Yeah, woah Yeah, woah Yeah, woah I'm at the top, don't think that I'm stoppin' Makin' some songs, my fans 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'm not second Bro got a choppa, he totin' that weapon Feel like a teacher, I'll teach 'em a lesson (BenjiCold, why you icy?) Like Ash, already know I'ma catch 'em I got that rocket on me, let's blast Talkin' that shit? We beat your ass You wanna talk, but don't got class Countin' my money, I watch it add Up in the bank and it never go down The hollow tips on the motherfuckin' rounds Do not think I can let my mama down I'm doin' my best, I'ma make hеr proud (Yeah) Do not think I want your ho, sellin' out my shows Balenci' my toеs, squad I keep 'em close This the life I chose, ain't do this alone Stayin' with my bros, talk to me, boy watch your tone You want that smoke so we pull up with sticks And now you don't wanna talk shit I gotta a choppa, that shit finna rip Beyblade, we gon' let that bitch spin Shout out the gang, yeah, shout out my twins King of the dough, bitch, I always win Do it for family, I do it for kin Free all my brothers that's locked in the pen I'm finna get atop that Only wanna talk shit through a damn phone I been makin' money by singin' in home Talkin' to me, boy, you bet' watch your tone Shout outs Antonio, R.I.P. Tone She said I'm not shit, 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 motherfuckers, 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 niggas hatin', I know that they watchin' Accepting defeat, that cannot be me I'm mixin' the Kapital with Louis V I feel like Pharrell, I've been rockin' ICECREAM Bapestas, know that they 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 never cared 'bout that shit, don't complain stick, stick, know you don't wan' get hit Know I'm makin' them hits, hits, no, I cannot miss now Wan' copy my fits, fits, boy wanna be like me 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 fans 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'm not second Bro got a choppa, he totin' that weapon Feel like a teacher, I'll teach 'em a lesson Like Ash, already know I'ma catch 'em
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