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Izaya Tiji Lyrics

I want her out of here (Let′s go)
I'm going off these instincts (Let′s go)
She had no faith in me anyway (Let's go)
Some of this shit I just can't say (Let′s go)
Some of my niggas in Maybachs (Uh huh)
Been gettin′ money, we past that
Turn a nigga to a hashtag
Smokin' on good gas pack
Yeah, my bitch, she got a fat ass
And I bring that Glock wit′ me
Everywhere, I can't be on lack (Let′s go)
I remember I ain't had nothin′ (Let's go)
Real Act, ain't sippin′ on ′tussin (Let's go)
My bitch bad, yo′ bitch busted

And I'm off this Addy right now
AR-15 way too loud
Glock hit you, that′ll beat you down (Let's go)
And I need my syrup what should I do now
And if you my brother, you can′t be broke
And we posted up with some pesos (Let's go, go)
He had switched on me, that's painful
My brother died on me, that′s painful (Let′s go, let's go)
Remember we used to wear the same clothes (Let′s go, let's go)
Stayed solid, nigga, can′t change up (Go, go, go, go)
You know my niggas too dangerous
Yeah, 55s took his face off
I pop oxy, that blue, like a peacock (Go, go, go)

Yeah, I'ma fuck this bitch
Then turn to a stranger (Then turn to a stranger)
My niggas too deep in the field, you can′t hang by
One call, that get yo' ass in danger (In danger)
We in that 'cat that jump, yeah, just like a bangle
We got the drop on you, bitch, so you better lay low (Yeah, aight)
Money can′t lean on you, nigga, ′bout to put a beam on a nigga
Red bottoms bleedin' lil nigga
And while racks fallin′ I see it lil nigga
Too many drugs on me, like I'ma dealer lil nigga (Let′s go)
Yeah, I pop percs 'cause I can′t even feel nothin' nigga (Let's go)
Yeah, ridin′ through the H
Now I′m geeked out of my mind, yeah (Let's go)
Been off these drugs, yeah, since I was a child
Goin′ 180 miles (Let's go, go)
And we ain′t gettin' too far

Far, oh (Let′s go)
Far, ooh, too far, oh
We ain't gettin' too (Let′s go)
Far, far, far
Far, far, far (Let′s go)

And my shooters Diddy Wade, they gon' cap you from afar (Let′s go)
Send bullets flyin' through that car, it look like a war (Let′s go)
You best go call yo' momma
′Cause we cutting yo' life short (Let's go)
Boy we want yo′ head, we ain′t aimin' at the floor

I want her out of here (Let′s go)
I'm going off these instincts (Let′s go)
She had no faith in me anyway (Let's go)
Some of this shit I just can′t say (Let's go)
Some of my niggas in Maybachs (Uh huh)
Been gettin' money, we past that
Turn a nigga to a hashtag
Smokin′ on good gas pack
Yeah, my bitch, she got a fat ass
And I bring that Glock wit′ me
Everywhere, I can't be on lack (Let′s go)
I remember I ain't had nothin′ (Let's go)
Real Act, ain′t sippin' on 'tussin (Let′s go)
My bitch bad, yo′ bitch busted

Writer(s): Izaya Carson

Contributed by Asher C. Suggest a correction in the comments below.