2Guns Boyz - You Betta Let Em Go lyrics

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2Guns Boyz - You Betta Let Em Go

Their shit gettin' hard sometimes, got me thinking I lost my mind.

But still i'm on own mission. Get it? Dollar sized.

No time to sit down. No wishes, just grind.

Cuz niggaz are come up and never come back around.

Just a friend, homie or you're pretendin', homie?

I've grown up to know that wanna let you get it. You wanna know dat.

Niggaz stand me in my back, just like they don't know me.

'Em run up it as they want like a game, homie.

Coming this game with knowledge of dis fight for my life

And the same shit with bitches dem niggaz do twice.

Real shit calling craps cuz I'm rolling with a dice.

That's why my ace boon coon can be by my own murdered for the night.

Yeah, I'm higher than I am, but I watch niggaz stay fly.

Yo, waiting on the chance to get shot singer.

But little money making homies wantcha to die quicker.

Now you wanna curt niggaz screaming for dark

Nigga is gettin' blown.

[hook](2x):

Y'all hear us from ya hate

Whatcha came it to the game

Watcha... but my niggaz changing on ya.

Ya betta let 'em go!

And y'all should pack it all off the pistol.

Ya pack it all off the pistol.

When die for ya name nigga, yo

Nigga ya betta let 'em go!

[verse 3]:

Y'all betta let em go, listen me! I'm so good!

From real down to uptown, growin' up from hood.

And every year I gain clout to my name sprouts.

Some brothers'd still be large if the crack never came out.

Garantee success, now imma first class.

Money like a chess. Hard! But I'm done to pass.

Stayin' on top, in the up. Hataz hate me.

But I don't give a fuck, bitches like me.

From Monday to Sunday, everyday busy.

Stayin' in fuckin' out. Dats my husslin business.

My 40 glocc shot so hot, yeah i know it.

Stay in safety ya ass. Bitch, imma throw it.

Holla at me if ya know what I do.

I'm ready to the fight and I'm gon be true.

Stayin' on top of the world and ya wanna be -

2Guns Boyz and Thugga. Now we're blowin' the street.

[hook](2x):

Y'all hear us from ya hate

Whatcha came it to the game

Watcha... but my niggaz changing on ya.

Ya betta let 'em go!

And y'all should pack it all off the pistol.

Ya pack it all off the pistol.

When die for ya name nigga, yo

Nigga ya betta let 'em go!