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Lets Go
Hip-Hop/Rap
Lets Go was released on September 16, 2025 by Molly World Ent as a part of the album Lets Go - Single
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Release DateSeptember 16, 2025
LabelMolly World Ent
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM144

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bigg Kent
Bigg Kent
Harmony Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bigg Kent
Bigg Kent
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bigg Kent
Bigg Kent
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Look, I'm the tallest in the room
I still ah sweep a **** like a motherfuckin broom
These **** still be trippin' shit,
I guess they off the shrooms
The way they hold me back,
I think a **** tryna spoon What the fuck, ayy,
Wake me up when they knockin
I still jazz a bitch like I'm Stockton
Keep a leg, it look like it's Stockings
Then I hit the field like I'm Blockin'
They be holdin' me like a hostage,
I will spin that bin till I'm Car sick
These **** really my sons,
Sign da papers start the adoptions, ayy
Still could get this shit started,
Off that boot, I'm walkin' retarded
It was smoke sessions, I promise,
I was passin gas like I farted
He can get booked like a scholar,
Makin' noise like I'm a toddler
They gon' follow me like a prophet,
I should change my name to Muhammad Shit,
I hope all is well, I don't fuck on my clientele
Please don't send me shit through the mail
I'd rather hand-pick it myself,
Now that Molly takin' me there
Got me stumblin' up the stairs,
I don't even like to share my sales
Why you can't sell this shit for yourself?
On A-Rod, they still some suckers
Now my fingers stuck on that button,
I really ran it up off Uppers
Now I'm on the candy like Gushers
I grew up punchin' on cluckers
Keep a banana like it's Republic
You see the way I shot up that car,
I bust the windows, Jasmine Sullivan
Told my plug to do me a favor
I go around his neck like an apron,
And I'm still chasin' that paper
I like three-somes with Deja,
Now a **** cold like a glacier
I go right outside off the wake-up,
And my bruh in love with that dope
He be pushin' food like he catered,
I will cook a **** like Ramsey
I'm tryna get a phantom like Danny
I'm like Quincy Jones with them Grammys
I be in her house like a nanny,
She gon' ride me like a Camry
She put cocaine in her panties,
Yeah, And I keep them toys
This my toy story like Andy,
Y'all know what the fuck is so crazy
I just had a brand new baby,
I came from the dirt like a daisy
Now a **** still missin' Kaci,
I swear this shit been so lit lately
All these bitches, ****, I'm fakin'
Had a five-some on my birthday
You could ask Sky Rose or Tracy
Keep that pole tucked in my bridges
Brand new Glock, I had it extended
Now they lookin' like bartenders
Cause these **** got me twisted
Tax a **** like a dependent
Taking flight like a attendant
Taking names like its attendence
Free Lil Lo, he still apprehended
Now they watchin' me, I can't call it
They gon' check on me like a audit
I been house hoppin' too often
Wake up to new bitches every mornin'
But these **** know how I'm comin
I be off the bars like a monkey
I grew up around gorillas
My childhood like Jumanji's on Kingsley, ****
Oh yeah, on Khylee too, the fuck
Huh, man
Written by: Bigg Kent
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