dont lemme go ft. Ju1cY.K Lyrics

Please don't let me go

Please don't let me go

Please don't let me go

Please don't let me go

Don't let go of me not right now

Bitch, I'm smoking gas, I ain't puffing outta light pound

Just Copped a brand new mag, yeah, I filled it with some light rounds

I caught you in an act so there ain't no need to fight now

She gon' hit my phone trolling while you playing playing playing

We fucked up, it's cuz of you, yeah, I'm just saying, saying, saying

Drugs on me up out of body, sipping Quagen, Quagen, Quagen

She the devil in a woman's body, satan, satan, satan

Damn, this beat hard as fuck

I need Brodie to hop on the track so I caught Juicy up

My dick just like Pepto-Bismol, yeah, she feel it in her gut

I see fine shit in the party wave my hands like, ho, what's up

This bitch tried to play up on my name, go suck a hundred nuts

Its straight ass up in the function, it's damn near a hundred butts

Don't know why he tried to mention me, cuz his career a bust

Yeah, these boys can never take my swag, gon' take a hundred tuts

Yeah, just like tutorials

He can't step up on my block, yeah, this shit territorial

I break racks with the whole gang yeah I get bread proportional

Steady killing all the comp, Ill see your ass at the memorial

Bitch, it's denim on my ass, yeah, this shit is straight Evisu

You been stuck up in my head, yeah, I'm still trying to reach you

Baby, go and bend that back, it's some shit that I can teach you

Ain't no need to fucking practice, baby, I'm just trying to preach you

She a freak up in the bed, but she a saint, she trying to preach

Dead silence creeping through his block, I gotta be discreet

She gon' get it, sucking on my body, yeah, just like a leech

Yeah, just like a

Leech, yeah yeah,

Yeah, just like a leech, your bitch a freak, she all on me

Yeah, stay out of the way, stick to the plan, this shit discreet

Niggas trying to be like me, they want war, take it to the street

Trying to be like me, but he can't

Yeah he ain't got no rank

Your bitch trying to fuck with the gang

Taking all these pills, I don't feel no pain

Popping out getting money today,

Tryna tell them well be okay

Getting racks, put it up in the bank

Getting racks, put it up in the bank

I got big stacks, big racks, huh

Your bitch tryna fuck I get that, let's get that, huh

She trying to hit it up, I ain't hit that, no, I can't, huh

Pop out 223 I'm tryna kill sum huh

They know I'm on top

Them bitches know I'm one of one

Why the fuck nigga got that gun

I make fuck niggas run