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Let It Rip
KAWALi feat. Clavish & wewantwraiths
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(Moe Alka on the mix)
Yo
You know it's the killers, drillers, drug dealers in the building right now
Yo, yo
We the-, we the Mali niggas that came up from hitting licks
We don't do that convo, that talking that get you hit
I keep a thingy on my side and I love her just like my bitch
So any little vio', I spin it and let it rip (Cone)
It's like we don't do no one-on-ones, broski's serving two-on-twos
Who the fuck you lying on? Pull up out the stick and move
Said I'm only gonna buy it once, but this thing, it got plenty moves
They got my brothers in for firearms, robberies and hitting moves
Ah, I say wallahi a lot, none of my niggas are Mali
I got my jail niggas with a canteen or a Marty
I don't even trust blood, got finessed by my auntie
Nowadays push to start, I ain't twisting a car key
I wear Chrome Hearts, even though I'm heartless
I'm tryna get hands-on, forgetting I'm an artist
Forgetting I'm a star and my name's where the chart is
Any guns for sale, I'll buy any on the market (cone)
Go ask Chaney what she thinks of me
She'll tell you I'm the sweetest kid
Don't ask Aaliyah cah she'll tell you that I'm a piece of shit
Stare for too long and I'ma think you tryna pree my wrist
Taking half a box was the easiest
We the Mali niggas came up from hitting licks
We don't do that convo, that talking that get you hit
I keep a thingy on my side and I love her just like my bitch
So any little vio', I spin it and let it rip
It's like we don't do no one-on-ones, broski's serving two-on-twos
Who the fuck you lying on? Pull up out the stick and move
Said I'm only gonna buy it once, but this thing, it got plenty moves
They got my brothers in for firearms, robberies and hitting moves
My nigga went to jail, he got caught out for selling bricks (free up)
My F niggas are Mali, make 20 quids every flip (ye)
That's the city I reside, we turned that E money legit (ye, ye, ye)
They gave my nigga 25 'cause he walking blind with a stick (ye, ye, ye)
Wiilasha la waaye waakuwaan, that's my niggas
Race niggas, time I pray that time go by quicker (ye, ye)
Saved a stack a week now every month I make five figures (ye, ye)
KAWALi might kawa your bitch to fly Dubai with her
We the Mali niggas, the definition of lit
The zombie killer by my side, take your arteries out your ribs
I'm screaming, "Free all of the guys," that's the only niggas I miss (ye, ye, ye)
We put the shusher on the usher (ye, Cone), this mean it came with a lisp
We the-we the 'Mali niggas came up from hitting licks
We don't do that convo, that talking that get you hit
I keep a thingy on my side and I love her just like my bitch
So any little vio', I spin it and let it rip
It's like all these funny faces, I'm just tryna work who's who
I feel so comfy in the trap, that's what I'm used to
Po-, police asking questions like it's Blues Clues
Can't bring my brodie to the show 'cah he a loose screw
You ain't a six then you can't show fair
Ain't seen my brodie for a while, it's been like four years
I seen a nigga die for less, I beg you don't stare
I took a trip to the maz to get my thoughts cleared
'Cause many men wish death upon me (upon me)
But I don't fear a thing, I know it's on me (on me)
Got money on my mind, these days, I can't sleep (can't sleep)
Forever got the guys, I know they got me (got me)
But niggas tryna take my life away
We the Mali niggas came up from hitting licks
We don't do that convo, that talking that get you hit
I keep a thingy on my side and I love her just like my bitch
So any little vio', I spin it and let it rip
It's like we don't do no one-on-ones, broski's serving two-on-twos
Who the fuck you lying on? Pull up out the stick and move
Said, I'm only gonna buy it once, but this thing, it got plenty moves
They got my brothers in for firearms, robberies and hitting moves
It's like if your Mali hittin licks then tell me, say, "Wallahi"
Gettin' lit, gassed splittin' 50-50 with my dargies
Pop smoke, I bring the burner, welcome to the party
I can't trust that nigga, know he talkin' to the rallies (Cone)
Yeah, you know
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