Let Me Down Lyrics by Babyface Ray (feat. 42 Dugg)
Motherfuckers just take my kindness for weakness, you know, just
‘Cause of the love I have
Bitches’ love I have
And now, even my homies
I’ll cut a n**** off quick, though, say fuck off forever (Jordan produced it)
(Run it back, Playboi)
Forgive me for them pictures, I don’t even know n*****
Sittin’ with somethin’ strapped, huggin’ on somethin’ bad
Fuckin’ on somethin’ colder and still droppin’ the 5
N***** flashin’ they last, meanwhile, I’m in my bag
12 see them, he’ll spazz, I’m just happy cuz home
Fuck it, let’s Cartier, I need him with me on the road
BM still be playin’ ’cause BM still a fan
‘Ventador five hundred bands, I wonder if it come in tan
Right now I’m with yeah, a fan favorite
Phil Collins in the ‘Rari, in the Lam’, I’m playin’ Baby
Cold bitch sayin’, “Take me,” the bros, most of ’em hate me
The bros, most of ’em—
N***** let me down
All this for a chain, shit’ll never be the same, what happened to me and gang, gang?
Where them hoes at now?
I’m robbin’ dude when I see him, n***** cap, I don’t believe ’em, me either
Picture that, if I send a text, somebody gettin’ stretched
Picture that, I might send attachment, bitch get her pussy wet
Spin again, then again, fuck them n*****, we made it
I don’t let shit slide, quit talkin’ crazy
Well done from capers, caught beef from Lous
Tenth grade, I’m thankfully in this bitch with the tool
Play with me, watch the news
A young man was killed tonight
For fuckin’ with another young man who wasn’t playin’
At all, with no n**** (N****)
Give me the bitch, psych, give me the switch
Please give me some top, I’m tired of havin’ hit
LT in the drop, I’m racin’ n***** for life
Stomach hurtin’ from leanin’, I’m only racing the pints
Stink white as the stripes, yeah, n****, I see you
Nickel on me, I’m brandishin’, blowin’ it like it’s legal
N***** let me down
All this for a chain, shit’ll never be the same, what happened to me and gang, gang?
Where them hoes at now?
We them n*****, you know it
Dior Timbs, it’s snowin’
I catch her, you know she goin’
Ain’t see me, you hear the motor
I’m high, but I’m stayin’ focused
Pockets loaded, it’s on me
Don’t stop at lights, know you blowin’
For half a dub, they on you
Buy half a ticket, I’m flexin’
A quarter milli’ from taxes
She in the way, she naked
They let me down, it was over
I put my pain in the soda
Took my time and spit colder
Benzes, Trackys, and Rovers
I cried to never put my oldest
Montana, they pay a dollar
My BM givin’ me hell, I’m steady countin’ up commas
These bitches know what it is, I left enough in Erotic
I’m baggin’ it for a thrill, I put my hands in the powder
They laughin’, thought it was sweet, I pull up, these n***** sour
Man, look at they faces
Catchin’ bags, free the real n***** catchin’ cases
Name ringin’ bells, quiet in investigation
Double cup love, havin’ label conversations
Millionaires now, but we snatch it out the mud
See me turnin’ up, say she wanna keep the baby
Mops in the foreign, why the fuck you think it’s Navy?
Started every wave, why the fuck you think it’s Wavy?
N***** let me down
All this for a chain, shit’ll never be the same, what happened to me and gang, gang?
Where them hoes at now?
I’m robbin’ dude when I see him, n***** cap, I don’t believe ’em, me either
Picture that