Omb Peezy – Let Up Lyrics

[Intro]
(Don G did it)
(Young blood)
Look, look
Look, ayy

[Chorus]
I set my phone down, f*ck all y’all, that’s how I feel, nigga
Soon as you open your mouth, you close your ears, nigga
I ain’t ’bout to let shit slide, no, I’ma deal with ya
I can’t just vent to nobody, need a real listener
Peezy ’bout whatever, know the P still stand for pressure
Stand up in the pedal, bust your motor tryna catch up
I finally got my feet up on they neck and I ain’t gon’ let up
Look, no, I ain’t gon’ let up

[Verse 1]
I was cryin’ over bullshit, done wasted all my tears
Now I can’t even cry when some shit happen for real
When beef, I’m blastin’ my steel, you will never catch me hidin’
When it’s wartime, I’m on the front line, when it’s gun firin’, I’m poppin’
You ain’t never seen a body, f*ck all y’all, that’s how I feel, nigga
Money don’t mean shit, my son smiling make me feel richer
Money don’t mean shit, the shit you battle make you real, nigga, huh
You ain’t did the shit I did even on a pill, nigga
I set my phone down, don’t even call, I ain’t gon’ answer
Knew I would be something special ever since I was in Pampers
I came up out the mud, but I could clean up like a janitor (Fresh)
Anything, I can handle it, or more, can find the answer

[Chorus]
I set my phone down, f*ck all y’all, that’s how I feel, nigga
Soon as you open your mouth, you close your ears, nigga
I ain’t ’bout to let shit slide, no, I’ma deal with ya
I can’t just vent to nobody, need a real listener

Peezy ’bout whatever, know the P still stand for pressure
Stand up in the pedal, bust your motor tryna catch up
I finally got my feet up on they neck and I ain’t gon’ let up
Look, no, I ain’t gon’ let up

[Verse 2]
Ayy, can’t even call ’em my homies, feel like I’m all on my lonely
Keep that fake love, I don’t want it, look at everybody as opponents
Look at me, grandma, I made it, mama, look at your baby
They gave me a chance, had to take it, put it on my plate and I ate it
Won’t nobody hold me back, find it kinda hard to relax
Did some snake shit and I peeped it, act like I ain’t see that
I act like I ain’t notice, cut you off ’cause I don’t need that around
Murk him or be out of bounds, in the morning, we out of town
The new me ain’t got shit on the old me, I swear to God
That nigga told the ho he gon’ blow me, I keep a rod
Run up with something less than a 40, must be retarded
Tryna leave this shit alone, but it be hard, yeah

[Chorus]
I set my phone down, f*ck all y’all, that’s how I feel, nigga
Soon as you open your mouth, you close your ears, nigga
I ain’t ’bout to let shit slide, no, I’ma deal with ya
I can’t just vent to nobody, need a real listener
Peezy ’bout whatever, know the P still stand for pressure
Stand up in the pedal, bust your motor tryna catch up
I finally got my feet up on they neck and I ain’t gon’ let up
Look, no, I ain’t gon’ let up

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