Chorus. I gotta let go. I gotta let go. I gotta let. I gotta let go. I gotta let go. I gotta let go. Pre-Drop. I gotta let go. I gotta let. Drop. Bitch. I gotta let go. Bridge. I gotta let. I gotta le
Verse. Br-br-brake it down. Pick it up. You know we don't play around. Don't do no waiting. So you might just would me pick me now. Pre-Chorus. Sip it like you drag it and then we ship it out. You kno
Cesqeaux, GRX and Yellow Motherf*cking Claw. Scream. The rain didn't last long, did it?. You know what I think? I think that we're all in our private traps
