Let Me Thru

[Verse 1: T-Pain]

Now I'm just sittin' here at this red light

With my emergency brake on

The wheels spinnin', whip lookin' like it got new skates on

I'm talking 9.8 seconds boy, this ain't gonna take long

Then I hop out at the finish line like, "is this what you waitin' on?"

I'll tell you what, homie, you ain't gotta wait long

All I'm thinkin' bout this is trophy I'mma take home

Give 'em somethin' they can hate on

Confetti all over the place, girls poppin' out that cake holmes

And my skin tone should be

The only thing you askin' me about race holmes

Yea, I'ma tell you what you not gonna do

Cause if the wing pop out the back of that Ferrari

Then the Bugatti got one too

I'm tryna throw these great balls of fire

I'm talking woo-bop-a-lop-bam-boom

Jesus Christ, feel like I got two Bibles out, zoom-zoom

And I'm like

[Hook: T-Pain]

Hold up, yeah, you gotta let me through

Yea, you gotta let me through

And I stay ridin', you gotta let me through

And my niggas slidin', so you gotta let them too

You gotta let me through

You gotta let me through

Cause I stay ridin', you gotta let me through

And my niggas slidin', so you gotta let them too

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

I got too much rubber to burn, fire hazard

Lil Tune, the tycoon

Cash Money mascot, it's hot under this costume

Got pedals I've never stepped on

Buttons I've never pressed on

Backseats I've never effed on

Police, still get the F bomb

I still ride with my niggas, money don't change a gangster

And when I'm asked to pull a few strings

I pull 'em until they untangle

Watch me donuts as she throw up like hell yeah

More money, more problems, I'm surprised I still have black hair

I feel like racing, racing, who racing?

Don't give up the location

And if we bet, I win then hit the strip club

And go throw at them pole babies

Riding so fast with the top down

The wind sound like a standing ovation

Tunechi, fast and furious, I like my bitch fast and flirtatious

[Hook: T-Pain]

Hold up, yeah, you gotta let me through

Yea, you gotta let me through

And I stay ridin', you gotta let me through

And my niggas slidin', so you gotta let them too

You gotta let me through

You gotta let me through

Cause I stay ridin', you gotta let me through

And my niggas slidin', so you gotta let them too

[Verse 3: T-Pain]

No I don't know why y'all niggas think

I been slackin' like I ain't been on my shit

Until I pass by in that fast ride and now your bitch is on my dick

I'm talkin' bout, slidin', back and forth up in your tub

I fuck that shit on that video, now that video is on Pornhub

I say ridin' through FSU in that fam, fam

I've been packin' stacks

And now we back to back on them can ams

Lam-borghini paint

I remain to reign over these lame-ass rap niggas

Matter fact, niggas packed in the back

Of the 'Lac with a knapsack full of Macs and snacks

For the attack, you niggas ain't got time to react

Nappy boy in this bitch bring the calvary back

Teddy Pain motherfucker, I don't slack on the track

Red dot to the dome, put a gap in your hat

Chevy leanin' like a bitch, boy you have to relax

Double sided like a battlin' axe

You gettin' mad cause your rappin' is wack

And all the shit that you been doin' recently

My niggas laughin' at that

[Hook: T-Pain]

Hold up, yeah, you gotta let me through

Yea, you gotta let me through

And I stay ridin', you gotta let me through

And my niggas slidin', so you gotta let them too

You gotta let me through

You gotta let me through

Cause I stay ridin', you gotta let me through

And my niggas slidin', so you gotta let them too