Let’s Go lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD]
Bang
Let's get it
Uh
Bah
Bah, bah
[?]
Let's get it

[Chorus: Mr.Goon]
And all my n*ggas writin' 'bout a drill
f*ck a n*gga trippin', leave him missin' like a drink order with the Happy Meal
Why y'all n*ggas flexin'? I've been sittin', ballin', [?] told me that I got to soaring
Finesse a b*tch out the top then I finesse a n*gga out his Jordans, let me pick the sh*t up
Thirty n*ggas ridin' dirty, n*gga in the back of the 'lac, tell 'em go get hit up
And all y'all n*ggas f*ckin' trippin', b*tchin' 'bout the sh*t that you heard, tell 'em [?]
Finesse that dope, boy, for five stacks
And all y'all n*ggas don't want violence, ballin' like [?] 'til the ruger bang
Plain jane, n*ggas out herе do insane
You can't hang with them n*ggas, you a lame, playin' gamеs
Somethin' that a n*gga bang in the same lane, but I'm miles ahead
I know y'all n*ggas out here geekin', tweakin', 'till it hit the weekend, [?]
Run through the game like it's [?]
[?] from the get go, n*gga let's go

[Verse 1: Gunbo]
[?], yeah, I'm rockin'
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[Chorus: Mr. Goon]
And all my n*ggas writin' 'bout a drill
f*ck a n*gga trippin', leave him missin' like a drink order with the Happy Meal
Why y'all n*ggas flexin'? I've been sittin', ballin', [?] told me that I got to soaring
Finesse a b*tch out the top then I finesse a n*gga out his Jordans, let me pick the sh*t up
Thirty n*ggas ridin' dirty, n*gga in the back of the 'lac, tell 'em go get hit up
And all y'all n*ggas f*ckin' trippin', b*tchin' 'bout the sh*t that you heard, tell 'em [?]
Finesse that dope, boy, for five stacks
And all y'all n*ggas don't want violence, ballin' like [?] 'til the ruger bang
Plain Jane, n*ggas out here do insane
You can't hang with them n*ggas, you a lame, playin' games
Somethin' that a n*gga bang in the same lane, but I'm miles ahead
I know y'all n*ggas out here geekin', tweakin', 'till it hit the weekend, and that .9's to your head
Run through the game like it's [?]
[?] from the get go, n*gga let's go

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
I do this sh*t, yeah, I run through this sh*t
I'ma tie the knot, goddamnit, I'ma shoot this sh*t
I shoot the sh*t, marchin' like a army, I'll recruit this sh*t
Like a pair of Timbs, on my soul, I'm finna boot this sh*t
pus*y n*gga wanna run up, they get gunned up
From the sun down 'til the sun up
Bring them guns up, pus*y n*gga really wanna run up
I swear to God, I'm the man now
I don't walk, n*gga, I just run towns
And pus*y n*gga wanna run circles, then I got circles I call rounds
Any n*gga wanna get that better get back 'fore we click-clack
And we spit crack on this sick track
pus*y n*gga get his wig clapped
I ain't give a f*ck and I ain't never did
I'll trim n*ggas through a n*gga's crib
Kill the baby, put blood on the bed
n*gga, you know what it is
I'm the best to ever do it
[Chorus: Mr.Goon]
And all my n*ggas 'bout to write a drill
f*ck a n*gga trippin', leave him missin' like [?] order with the Happy Meal
Why y'all n*ggas flexin'? I've been sittin', ballin', [?] told me that I got to soaring
Finesse a b*tch out the top then I finesse a n*gga out his Jordans, let me pick the sh*t up
Thirty n*ggas ridin' dirty, n*gga in the back of the 'lac, tell 'em go get hit up
And all y'all n*ggas f*ckin' trippin', b*tchin' 'bout the sh*t that you heard, tell 'em [?]
Finesse that dope, but for five stacks
And all y'all n*ggas don't want violence, ballin' like [?] 'til the ruger bang
Plain jane, n*ggas out here do insane
You can't hang with them n*ggas, you a lame, playin' games
Somethin' that a n*gga bang in the same lane, but I'm miles ahead
I know y'all n*ggas out here geekin', tweakin', 'till it hit the weekend, [?]
Run through the game like it's [?]
[?] from the get go, n*gga let's go

[Verse 3: Mr.Goon]
Me and Jarad and Gumbo, we in here, we're too legit
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[Verse 4: Mr.Goon]
And all my n*ggas writin' 'bout a drill
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[?], my n*gga, you thought we was through
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