Midwxst – Let It Rip Lyrics

Let It Rip Lyrics By Midwxst

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I’m at the top, don’t think that I’m stoppin’
Making some songs, my friends help me drop ’em
Designer on me and you know that I’m coppin’
Walk in the Saks cus’ you know that I’m shoppin’
I’m in the top two, and I’m not second
Bro got a choppa he toting that weapon
Feel like a teacher, I’ll teach him a lesson
Like Ash, already know imma catch him

I got a rocket on me, let’s blast!
Talkin’ that sh*t, we beat yo a**
You wanna talk, but don’t got cla**
Counting my money, I watch it add
Up in that bank and it never go down
Them hollow tips on the motherf*ckin’ rounds
Do not think I could let my momma down
I’m doin my best imma make her proud, yeah

Do not think I want your H*e
Selling out my shows
Balenci see my toes
Squad, I keep ’em close
This the life I chose
Ain’t do this alone
Stayin’ with my bros
Talkin’ to me, boy watch your tone

You want that smoke till’ we pull up with sticks (Bop, bop, bop!)
And now you don’t wanna talk sh*t
I got a choppa that sh*t finna rip
Beyblade, we gon let that b*tch spin
Shoutout the gang, yeah shout out my twins
Taking a dub, b*tch I always win
Do it for family, I do it for kin
Free all my brothers that’s locked in the pen

I’m finna get a tat, that stick and poke
Only wanna talk sh*t through a damn phone
I been making money by stayin’ at home
Talkin’ to me boy you better watch your tone
Shoutout Xantonio, RIP Tone
She said I’m not sh*t but I’m making her moan
I feel like I’m Zeke, cuz I’m up in New York
I’m putin’ in effort, I’m puttin’ in work
I know you girl want me, yeah she tryna fl*rt

I don’t even want her but I know you hurt
Come with the cash if you want a verse
Killin’ my features, put em’ in a hearse
Kill them motherf*ckers, put em in the dirt
I was real down bad, think I had a curse

But I’m up at the top I ain’t stoppin’
Know n***** hate, and I know that they watchin’
Suffer defeat, that cannot be me
I’m mixin’ the Kapital with Louis V
I feel like Pharrell, I been rockin’ Ice Cream
Bapestas, know that they stay on the feet

I needed the money with no delay
Smokin’ on gas, its all in the brain
Link up wit’ Sam when I’m off the plane
I never cared for the sh*t that you say
Bro toting that stick, stick

Know you don’t wanna get hit
Know I”m making them hits, hits
No, I cannot miss, no
Wanna copy my fits, fits
Bro wanna be like me
He telling a fib, fib
I know that boy lyin’

I’m at the top, don’t think that I’m stoppin’
Making some songs, my friends help me drop ’em
Designer on me and you know that I’m coppin’
Walk in the Saks cus’ you know that I’m shoppin’
I’m in the top two, and I’m not second
Bro got a choppa he toting that weapon
Feel like a teacher, I’ll teach him a lesson
Like Ash, already know imma catch him