P Yungin - Let It Go lyrics
[P Yungin - Let It Go lyrics]
(SephGotTheWaves) (JT on the track again)
Pain keep on runnin'
But I still won't let it go (Go)
Choppa right behind me while I
Perform at a show (Show)
Keep that shit that real 'cause you
Know the real ones know
Ride in the double R
Road rage that's your love on the road
Take the space from out the planet
I say you better watch the way you
Wave that choppa, get them shooters
They like Xanax shit, if he playing games
We gon' leave him with his dead family
It's kinda hot, so where thе fan at?
Did a couple shit
Probably can't even much damn takе it back
When your love left me, I was like
Where I was gon' stand at?
Conversation with the devil
But you know I'm praying back
And a couple people lied to me
They said that they had my back
Won't be frustrated
People said I wouldn't make it
Top looked at me at my face, yeah
Said, "You in, fuck who hating"
Make sure every time you swerve
You knock the bottom off they pavement
I been grindin' for too long
It's sad to say that I made it
Break time, nigga you know how it is
Yeah-eah ah, no, yeah, no ooh, yeah ah
No ooh i'm the one who's right though
No ooh, ooh, no ooh
I'm the one who's right though
Pain keep on runnin'
But I still won't let it go (Go)
Choppa right behind me while I
Perform at a show (Show)
Keep that shit that real 'cause you
Know the real ones know
Ride in the double R
Road rage that's your love on the road
Take the space from out the planet
I say you better watch the way you
Wave that choppa, get them shooters
They like Xanax shit, if he playing games
We gon' leave him with his dead family
It's kinda hot, so where thе fan at?
Pain keep on runnin'
But I still won't let it go (Go)
Choppa right behind me while I
Perform at a show (Show)
Keep that shit that real 'cause you
Know the real ones know
Ride in the double R
Road rage that's your love on the road
Take the space from out the planet
I say you better watch the way you
Wave that choppa, get them shooters
They like Xanax shit, if he playing games
We gon' leave him with his dead family
It's kinda hot, so where the fan at?
At this rate he gon' keep on goin'
Until he stop
Whatcha know 'bout making your bitch
Work? Up in the pack
Keep on stirring up the bowl
Until your damn wrist lock shooter short
But his choppa long like it
Was damn Chris Bosh
I'm tellin' you know, if you run up on me
I ain't gon' let you slide
Cut your motherfuckin' head off while
You lookin' in my eyes
Put that blick up on that bitch 'cause
He spoke on my dawg who died
Steady holdin' on yo' pride, like why?
His his brain, he died
Get in the car and fly
Tellin' me about your heart
But I don't understand why is why
And I know why you be in your feelings
I know why you whine
I know you tired of tryin'
I could fall back and just grind
And them people ain't never been lyin'
No school, I was clutchin' my iron
Loose screws, you play, you dyin'
Kill you if you speak on mine
Shoot back if you ever go blind
Ooh, I don't know
I don't know if it's just me
Or if it's just silent smoke
Pain keep on runnin'
But I still won't let it go (Go)
Choppa right behind me while I
Perform at a show (Show)
Keep that shit that real 'cause you
Know the real ones know
Ride in the double R
Road rage that's your love on the road
Take the space from out the planet
I say you better watch the way you
Wave that choppa, get them shooters
They like Xanax shit, if he playing games
We gon' leave him with his dead family
It's kinda hot, so where thе fan at?
Pain keep on runnin'
But I still won't let it go (Go)
Choppa right behind me while I
Perform at a show (Show)
Keep that shit that real 'cause you
Know the real ones know
Ride in the double R
Road rage that's your love on the road
Take the space from out the planet
I say you better watch the way you
Wave that choppa, get them shooters
They like Xanax shit, if he playing games
We gon' leave him with his dead family
It's kinda hot, so where the fan at?
Pain keep on runnin'
But I still won't let it go (Go)
Choppa right behind me while I
Perform at a show (Show)
Keep that shit that real 'cause you
Know the real ones know
Ride in the double R
Road rage that's your love on the road
Take the space from out the planet
I say you better watch the way you
Wave that choppa, get them shooters
They like Xanax shit, if he playing games
We gon' leave him with his dead family
It's kinda hot, so where thе fan at?
Did a couple shit
Probably can't even much damn takе it back
When your love left me, I was like
Where I was gon' stand at?
Conversation with the devil
But you know I'm praying back
And a couple people lied to me
They said that they had my back
Won't be frustrated
People said I wouldn't make it
Top looked at me at my face, yeah
Said, "You in, fuck who hating"
Make sure every time you swerve
You knock the bottom off they pavement
I been grindin' for too long
It's sad to say that I made it
Break time, nigga you know how it is
Yeah-eah ah, no, yeah, no ooh, yeah ah
No ooh i'm the one who's right though
No ooh, ooh, no ooh
I'm the one who's right though
Pain keep on runnin'
But I still won't let it go (Go)
Choppa right behind me while I
Perform at a show (Show)
Keep that shit that real 'cause you
Know the real ones know
Ride in the double R
Road rage that's your love on the road
Take the space from out the planet
I say you better watch the way you
Wave that choppa, get them shooters
They like Xanax shit, if he playing games
We gon' leave him with his dead family
It's kinda hot, so where thе fan at?
Pain keep on runnin'
But I still won't let it go (Go)
Choppa right behind me while I
Perform at a show (Show)
Keep that shit that real 'cause you
Know the real ones know
Ride in the double R
Road rage that's your love on the road
Take the space from out the planet
I say you better watch the way you
Wave that choppa, get them shooters
They like Xanax shit, if he playing games
We gon' leave him with his dead family
It's kinda hot, so where the fan at?
At this rate he gon' keep on goin'
Until he stop
Whatcha know 'bout making your bitch
Work? Up in the pack
Keep on stirring up the bowl
Until your damn wrist lock shooter short
But his choppa long like it
Was damn Chris Bosh
I'm tellin' you know, if you run up on me
I ain't gon' let you slide
Cut your motherfuckin' head off while
You lookin' in my eyes
Put that blick up on that bitch 'cause
He spoke on my dawg who died
Steady holdin' on yo' pride, like why?
His his brain, he died
Get in the car and fly
Tellin' me about your heart
But I don't understand why is why
And I know why you be in your feelings
I know why you whine
I know you tired of tryin'
I could fall back and just grind
And them people ain't never been lyin'
No school, I was clutchin' my iron
Loose screws, you play, you dyin'
Kill you if you speak on mine
Shoot back if you ever go blind
Ooh, I don't know
I don't know if it's just me
Or if it's just silent smoke
Pain keep on runnin'
But I still won't let it go (Go)
Choppa right behind me while I
Perform at a show (Show)
Keep that shit that real 'cause you
Know the real ones know
Ride in the double R
Road rage that's your love on the road
Take the space from out the planet
I say you better watch the way you
Wave that choppa, get them shooters
They like Xanax shit, if he playing games
We gon' leave him with his dead family
It's kinda hot, so where thе fan at?
Pain keep on runnin'
But I still won't let it go (Go)
Choppa right behind me while I
Perform at a show (Show)
Keep that shit that real 'cause you
Know the real ones know
Ride in the double R
Road rage that's your love on the road
Take the space from out the planet
I say you better watch the way you
Wave that choppa, get them shooters
They like Xanax shit, if he playing games
We gon' leave him with his dead family
It's kinda hot, so where the fan at?