Let Em Have It

twyst y'all **** up Who made this beat

Twysted genius, baby

Ooh, let em have it this a bust down AP, not a paddy

Every bitch I take down gotta have a fatty She just wanna fuck on me cause of this fashion

hopping out the coupe like bitch wats hannin Know my **** in the cut, wont let shit happen

Walk a **** down, this shit get tactic Tryna run me up a gavel, I'm badly stagnant

Close case, thinkin' bout that money Boost my adrenaline, give me road rage

Dead presidents on my wrist, it got a cold face

she a vibe , i still fuck her if she bought it or it's homemade

Shawty , slang that work like it's merch when that door swang

Got some **** and that field' on them tiers and they don't play

Talkin' bout that wok boy, you don't sip , that ain't no label

I just went and lit up both my ears, it ain't no shade

Had to pay the hi-hi for the Zaza, this ain't low grade

buy a large amount and I might give it to you pro-rate

Top model bitch, I'm creeping wit she pull up, no face

Fuck around and wake my savage up and snap into my old ways

Rerock ain't no clean, I can give it to em both ways

Ooh, let em have it this a bust down AP, not a paddy

Every bitch I take down gotta have a fatty She just wanna fuck on me cause of this fashion

hopping out the coup like bitch wats hannin

Know my **** in the cut, won't let shit happen

Walk a **** down, this shit get tactic

Tryna run me up a gavel, I'm badly stagnant