Lil Wayne – Let's Go (feat. Big Tymers) Lyrics

Let's Go

Lil Wayne (feat. Big Tymers)

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"Let's Go." - Lil Wayne (feat. Big Tymers)

Monday, 26 October 2026, 10:22 am

Album: Lights Out

Track No: 16

It's gravy, **** (believe it)
If you hot, fuck it (hot as a firecracker)
I got a Mac in this bag (so, click clock?)
What you got? Y'know? (a Glock)
****, I'ma tell you straight off the bat
I got a Mac in this bag with 20 grams of crack
And I'ma sit in the back seat of yo' 'Lac (come on)
Just in case I gotta snap, a firette to the chest
If I don't know shit, I know cars and broads (I know it)
And I done ordered plenty hits and watched heads come off (I know it)
And I done saw my **** get life behind them bars (yeah)
To them dog hoes, ****, we scream, "Fuck 'em all!"
I hustle hard in these city streets
I got my block on fire with my HBs
Spinnin' Benz in these drop tops Double R
Cook a brick, flip 'em up, now I got 'em hard
And you could find me, right up in them hallways, holdin' and totin'
Got the whole motherfuckin' block loaded and smokin'
**** know one thang, it's some uptown shit
If a **** get it fucked, then we killin' a bitch (come on)
****, I'ma tell ya this, straight off the bat
I got a Mac in this bag, with 20 grams of crack
Well, let's go, ****, see we could slide, ****
'Cause if you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride, ****
Look, I'ma tell you this, straight off the top
I got a blunt, and a Glock, and a bag of rocks
Well, let's go, **** (come on), let's slide, **** (come on)
If you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride, **** (come on)
Better pay attention now, so you don't forget later
I run the damn block, I oversee all of the paper
Don't make me take ya, play ya, I cock the Glock and spray ya
Call it a caper, won't be no as-salamu alaykum
And J, he got the gauges, they cocked and ready
Make me run up in ya places and pop ya daddy
Got 'em bricks rocked and heavy, let it be known
I cook it hard and cut 'em in zones and the money be gone
Then I hit a blunt to the dome, and ride when night falls
Supply the white raw, if there's a problem, knock ya wife off
Lock the spot down, respect it, young ****, I'm takin' it over
Now cut it with just a little bakin' soda, breakin' boulders
I take it out my holster and bakin' soldiers whenever
****, it's whatever, tell ya momma to call the reverend
You see me on the block with crack, gats, and weed
Rats, plats, and ki's, that's practically me
****, I'ma tell ya this, straight off the bat
I got a mac in this bag, with 20 grams of crack
Well, let's go, ****, see we could slide, ****
'Cause if you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride, ****
Look, I'ma tell you this, straight off the top
I got a blunt, and a Glock, and a bag of rocks
Well, let's go, **** (come on), let's slide, **** (come on)
If you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride **** (come on)
See, I'm a hustler, cut-throat, put rhymes in mom's muffler
You can't even count how many times the .9s bust at ya
Some of the **** that you run with are, suckas bruh
None of ya, won't leave, without some bullets up in ya
**** can't hold me down, woddie wild
'Cause all that they can hear is loud screamin' and explosive sounds
They show me how to cook that brown and rock that white
No school, put that bookbag down, pick up that knife
See, that's the real reason I hate to be on tour
I'd rather be back on the block with a bird of that pure
**** got it all wrong, thinkin' I'm all song
But y'all gon' twist it and end up all gone
Dog-gone cocksuckers, you not thuggers
I pop dozens of Glocks, cousins, in my struggle
So stop frontin', it ain't gon' get ya everywhere
I'ma start bustin', and bullets hit ya everywhere, ****
****, I'ma tell ya this, straight off the bat
I got a mac in this bag, with 20 grams of crack
Well, let's go, ****, see we could slide, ****
'Cause if you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride, ****
Look, I'ma tell you this, straight off the top
I got a blunt, and a Glock, and a bag of rocks
Well, let's go, **** (come on), let's slide, **** (come on)
If you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride **** (come on)
I'ma tell ya this, straight off the bat
I got a mac in this bag, with 20 grams of crack
Well, let's go, ****, see we could slide, ****
'Cause if you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride, ****
Look, I'ma tell you this, straight off the top
I got a blunt, and a Glock, and a bag of rocks
Well, let's go, **** (come on), let's slide, **** (come on)
If you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride **** (come on)
Ain't no thang, ****, fuck it, you my dog, ****, fuck
I got crack and a gang, you got crack and a gang
We gon' hold court with the people, I ain't goin' there
I'm a three-time loser, fuck that shit, what about you, ****?
Man, I'm tryna go for the first time this time
Let's do this though, we can ride, **** (ride, ****)
Let's slide, **** (slide, ****), fuck on, ****, bend that corner right there
That look like a wall, I'ma buy three zones
I got that gravy

Writer(s): Lil Wayne, Mannie Fresh & Bryan Williams.

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