Let Em In

If he not OFS then we can't let em in Make it rock like a band I can count on one hand How many people I can call up as a friend When you switched on your man's bitch I wanted to blast But you know what, I took that shit right on the chin Tasmanian devil, how my niggas spin These sins that I do, bitch, I do with a grin If you gon' be fake, just stay fake to the end This shit gon' send 50, call it mini-men You say you my nigga, but you only hit me up When your pockets gettin' low Yeah, I ran it up, but, bitch, I need some more Not tryna be rude, just lettin' it be known Just hit lil' bro Harry, he say I'm a star When I was a lil' fish I hung around sharks Might splurge on myself, got a new Audemars If you try to run we gon' hop out the car like Boom, boom, boom, don't conserve shit, bitch, we gon' let it dump Saving my bread, bitch, I can't be a bum Walk with a K and it came with a drum, uh, uh I don't know the strain, but this shit got me sleepin She say that she good, but I know that she need me You playing that Zay bitch, you gon' have to repeat I don't know how to love, but she still tryna teach me Tinted windows sliding doors Show him cash and watch him fold Hollow tips, they cracked his dome The reaper knocking at yo door Watch it if you hang with snakes Drop em we leaving a stain Heard you hangin' with them lames I knew that money make you change He got scared when we called them hittas Just over a lil' bitch, you gon' fall out with him Well, I'ma knock his head off, the brain gon' fall out with him Said he wasn't the main snake, he just got caught by Venom But what the f*ck is that Caught em takin' trash when them hollows hit his fuckin' back Said he tryna pull up on the crib nigga, double back Just let a nigga know what it is, we can drop a stack Just let a nigga know what it is, you can be a pack Just let me know we can get him gone Finger fucking Nina, she squirtin', I make her moan Tryna get the family out the hood with just a song Swear to God I see the smile on her face when I put them on And I mean that I don't really f*ck with all the drink Where the trees at? Fat Joe shotty when you shoot it make you lean back Chopper hit his top I turn his body to a bean bag Heard his f*ck ass made the news with his sleaze ass I heard that diss you tryna make that shit was trash Ice up on me lookin' froze, Elsa must me clapping ass Hangin' with the opps, you stay over there, you can't get a pass Had to drop I'm chasing to this money man I gotta bag it FS hoodie on my back living lavish Two tone rollie, 2k on a bad bitch sendin' bullets to his body with a tap like it's madden Say I'm too wrong say I do wrong I got malice