At Em lyrics

[Verse 1]
Aye
Hoe problems never been a problem lil' b*tch
And when it's that my messy like to start 'em and sh*t
It's two things that a b*tch ain't ever seen
That's a UFO and a n*gga that I need
You must think I'm green, must think I'm your baby mama or what
I want you to eat this pus*y with no drama or what
Can't lay with me and pillow talk like you a hoe boy
Let you eat it up can't beat it up you gots to go boy
Love what a n*gga do and you come trippin in your feelings
n*gga you be tripping, you be tryna sneak my pictures
If we be f*ckin' boy you bet not run your mouth
Better keep it on the low cause I got a n*gga at the house
Made him buy me titties, he ain't seen yet
Said I'm outside and I mean that
Love whеn he eat me up whilе I be leaned back
Ain't friendly I ain't tryna meet your n*ggas
'Cause b*tch I might double back
Hate when I pick a n*gga and his friend got that sack
I call your phone
b*tch you don't answer then don't hit back
'Cause I'ma hit somebody else
And I'ma leave you by yourself
Treat 'em how they treat these hoes
Like a weak b*tch
Duck 'em and don't f*ck 'em
He belong to do streets b*tch
[Chorus]
Let it go, let it go
That n*gga ain't sh*t, b*tch, let it go
Let it go, let it go
That n*gga ain't sh*t, b*tch, let it go
Let it go, let it go
That n*gga ain't sh*t, b*tch, let it go
Let it go, let it go
That n*gga ain't sh*t, b*tch, let it go

[Verse 2]
He know pus*y perfect
Spend it 'cause it's worth it
Do it with no effort
Flip it, shake it and reverse it
Got my own money I like his too
If he got a baby mama I like kids too
Faking with his mama
She be smiling in my face
Don't think she on your side
'Cause all that n*gga people fake
She f*ck with who round she just like that for the moment
Don't let them call you sis 'cause all that n*ggas people phony
Keep them n*ggas private, b*tch, don't post them on your page
Don't meet him at the crib make 'em take you on a date
When you decide to f*ck 'em put it down like no other and
If the di*k be wack then double back them ain't his brothers
You can't prove you hit then b*tch you lying then it's cap
Don't let no n*gga take you have you chillin' in no trap
I'ma give you rules play the game like you ain't weak
Jus get what you need and give that n*gga to the streets
Don't let that n*gga trap you b*tch don't go raw with no freak
And don't be sending nudes if you care bout 'em getting leaked
Thirsty ass n*ggas get that head and b*tch you leave
First you get that bread and with the next b*tch you repeat
[Chorus]
Let it go, let it go
That n*gga ain't sh*t, b*tch, let it go
Let it go, let it go
That n*gga ain't sh*t, b*tch, let it go
Let it go, let it go
That n*gga ain't sh*t, b*tch, let it go
Let it go, let it go
That n*gga ain't sh*t, b*tch, let it go