Let’s Go (Remix) Young Dolph & Key Glock
“Let’s Go (Remix)” by Young Dolph & Key Glock, released in 2021, is a #HipHop track that celebrates success, resilience, and the hustle. The lyrics emphasize ambition, loyalty, and the grind of achieving dreams. The energetic beat and catchy hooks enhance its appeal, making it popular in the rap scene and among fans of Southern hip-hop culture.
[Intro: Key Glock]
(Wonka secured the bag)
Here we go again
I'm ready
(Get the bag, King Wonka)
Yeah (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Key Glock]
Money talks, nigga (Phew, phew), what the fuck is you sayin'? (Huh?)
You can ask his bitch and ask his bitch who the man (Glizock)
Lil' bro 'nem get to steppin' like parades 'bout them bands (Yeah)
My lil' bitch Tinkerbell 'cause I'm fly as Peter Pan (Let's go)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), let's go, get some money, fuck that plan (Bitch, fuck that plan)
Hopped up out that Cybertruck, my wrist cost a Lamb' (Yeah)
I'm tired of buyin' cars 'til my driveway jam (Yeah)
The neighbors still tryna figure out who I am (Glizock, who I am)
Who I be (Who I be, yeah)
Pillow-talkin' to these hoes, that shit weak (That shit weak, yeah, nigga)
They say money talk, put diamonds in my teeth (In my teeth)
I be Louis'd down with Jordans on my feet (On my feet, two-threes)
Niggas masked up in your yard like trick or treat
You better play your cards right, you better not ever reach (Reach)
For this chain over here, I'll put you underneath ('Neath)
Yeah, I rep that five (Five), but I'll put you six feet (Yeah, yeah)
Feet
(Wonka secured the bag)
Here we go again
I'm ready
(Get the bag, King Wonka)
Yeah (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Key Glock]
Money talks, nigga (Phew, phew), what the fuck is you sayin'? (Huh?)
You can ask his bitch and ask his bitch who the man (Glizock)
Lil' bro 'nem get to steppin' like parades 'bout them bands (Yeah)
My lil' bitch Tinkerbell 'cause I'm fly as Peter Pan (Let's go)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), let's go, get some money, fuck that plan (Bitch, fuck that plan)
Hopped up out that Cybertruck, my wrist cost a Lamb' (Yeah)
I'm tired of buyin' cars 'til my driveway jam (Yeah)
The neighbors still tryna figure out who I am (Glizock, who I am)
Who I be (Who I be, yeah)
Pillow-talkin' to these hoes, that shit weak (That shit weak, yeah, nigga)
They say money talk, put diamonds in my teeth (In my teeth)
I be Louis'd down with Jordans on my feet (On my feet, two-threes)
Niggas masked up in your yard like trick or treat
You better play your cards right, you better not ever reach (Reach)
For this chain over here, I'll put you underneath ('Neath)
Yeah, I rep that five (Five), but I'll put you six feet (Yeah, yeah)
Feet
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