Gold Rush Kings - Let It Go lyrics

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Turn up the bass

Turn it up

Turn up the bass and let it go

Let it go, let it go

Swaging off the box, throw tags in a booth

Stunting, granting on a hard rock, lavish in a suit

Local…

For the villafied holders of the dope custom

Fitted for the dignified, soldiers up and go rushing

Kissing babies on a campaign, take the vibe

My bitch will ride or die, leaning out the driver side

Check the vision…opposite of my position

One of the prophets, Nostradamus I predicted

It’s a new day, crispy with some new Js

…you bitches all in my section

Freaks, I’m teaching all those lessons

Speak my mind with all that I’m blessed with

JRK, we rushing, we are daily busting

See that lady fussing, it’s ‘cause we already testing

We the crème de la crème

Risk it all, going out on a limb

Go ahead and laugh, momma, get it on the floor

I’m tryna hold on but what you really need to do is

Let it go, let it go

Let it go, let it go

Turn it up

Mibbs OE, I stay on that west side

Hold that picture, homie, let me get my best side

Nikes and some high socks, snap back and some chop sticks

Slap this in your stereo or get slapped with a fat dick

Hoe, I think I’m Brad Pitt, welcome to my fight club

Money in my iPhone, tell ‘em bring that price up

I be puffing green shit, models sniff that white stuff

Do whatever you want, girl, just don’t fuck up my night stuff

See me on a silver screen, I’m like George Clooney

You won’t see me, I’m out of sight, rubbing on JLo’s booty

No fingerprints on my Uzi, don’t drink Henney, get oozy

No champagne, it’s to bougie, get me a beer, that’ll be groovy

Made in USA, cultivated in south central

…is my crew, go ahead and check your boy’s credentials

Specialize in dressing fly, I’m wrecking instrumentals

Now watch how you crank it up and ship it to a crisp

We the crème de la crème

Risk it all, going out on a limb

Go ahead and laugh, momma, get it on the floor

I’m tryna hold on but what you really need to do is

Let it go, let it go

Let it go, let it go

Turn it up

American nightmare, never really learned how to fight fair

Open up your eyes and I’m right there

All up in your face like the night air

But these niggas ain’t got no worries

These niggas ain’t got no worries

I’m worried about the feet of my daughter

My boy, I’m always in a hurry

‘Cause time just tick and tock

And I’m sick of kicking rocks

Let us in or we picking locks

Kicking down doors and licking shots

Go rush in the whole spot

Spreading out like chickenpox

For them racks on racks and an ass so fat

They’ll stab your back, can you handle that?

Greetings earthlings, I’m on my job like…

Real niggas resurfacing, whole team strong like Hercules

Working these universities…verse with ease

…murder in the first degree, mercy me

Things ain’t what they used to be

My cousin doing life in jail

Said he done spent his whole life in hell

Every chance they get, they lock us up…

We the crème de la crème

Risk it all, going out on a limb

Go ahead and laugh, momma, get it on the floor

I’m tryna hold on but what you really need to do is

Let it go, let it go

Let it go, let it go

Turn it up