Let It Go lyrics

Ooh b*tch huh b*tch (hol up)
(Devereaux)
Hold the f*ck up
Shotty Horroh in this b*tch (who?)
Let's f*ckin' go

[Verse 1: Ouija Macc]
Built my mausoleum like a coliseum (coliseum)
Haters talking sh*t but I don't see 'em
All I know is wouldn't wanna be 'em
Looking for your b*tch she in my DM (all in my DM aw)
Who dat Macc? oh that's him (that's just him)
The boy who got the million dollar phlegm (oh my god)
Shine up in that darkness like some 3M
Hop off in my whip that sh*t go Mmm
Turn that f*ckin' volume up these busters man they talk too much
Somebody need to tell they ass that they already lost to us
All you think they paying attention and they be watching us
Why you think they mad cause they legs ain't built to walk with us
They p*ssed they ain't making moves and getting the guap with us
They wished they came with the flame to blow up the molotovs
They b*tch made busters to everyone else its obvious
They spend they life sucking and reaching just like a Octopus

[Chorus]
Aye b*tch let go of my di*k
Let go of my di*k [x2]
I got the demon semen leaking up outta me you get sick
You already got kids and they parents ain't sh*t
Little b*tch let go of my di*k
Let go of my di*k
[Verse 2: Shotty Horroh]
Ay, Let's fandango
I show up with smoke like Papa Shango
[?]
Codeine in my [?]
f*ck your gang though
b*tch, I'm like the British Marlon Brando
To her, hot to handle, you could never wear my sandals
What's the angle, b*tch I'm sellin' drip come get a sample
Chillin' with ya damsel, eat the b*tches wall like [Hanzo?]
Heavy metal, parents think my music is the devil
But the kids think I'm the sh*t, put that down and look at this (hey)
Big pack, gimme raw paper, mean no zig zag
Whip that, tryna get more from me, make my wrists slaps
My di*k, supersize it, give her whiplash
Smoke this, then I park this, then I sip that
Buildin' up wit' my demons, leanin' smokin' up on that wedding cake
Droppin' a load of sticky purple medicine in my lemonade
Fruit salad, It's the blueberry with the lemon haze
Eyes red, I look like I just got pepper sprayed
Buildin' up on my Ouija, yuh, shout my demon Ouija, yuh
Mario, Luigi, [?] You b*tches [?], yuh
Think I'm lyin', she was at a show that I did
Then I told her like this, please let go of my di*k

[Chorus]
Aye b*tch let go of my di*k
Let go of my di*k [x2]
I got the demon semen leaking up outta me you get sick
You already got kids and they parents ain't sh*t
Little b*tch let go of my di*k
Let go of my di*k