Let Em In Lyrics

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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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