Let It Go

Trap Lord season begins, now repent your sins

This Yamborghini on the motherfuckin' check-in

You know I had to hang glide through for this one and all that

You know, we at the all-star game right now, eyes closed (Swish)

Shootin' fadeaways from half-court (Elbow in the rim and all that)

Tomahawk jams (Y'all still in the D-League doing, uhh, layup drills)

Ya heard? Ya feel me?






Kill a motherfucka with the Magnum .44

Find a chump slumped, nigga, magnum on the road

Body full of bullets when they found him on the road

Lay a fucker down, spray it at him then reload

This that Fergenstein and I be down to let it go

Semi or the tech, spray it at him then reload

This that Fergenstein and I be down to let it go

Semi or the tech, spray it at him then reload (Fergie!)






Ride Maybachs like Ross (huh) 550 Benz, four doors

Praying for my niggas, they lost, dying no thing, they wolves

Riding on a gang that floss, multiplyin' by the gang that bucks

Pull a 9 on anything we spark, ménage ain't a thing, they whores

Pussy so good, need more, let me get in those drawers

5-0 in the corner store, he heard all them claps with a round of applause

Spit at your back and you lie on the floor, rat-a-tat-tat and you gon' see the Lord

Bitch like horse, X In Her pores, want more sex, all in her jaws

Molly!






Kill a motherfucka with the Magnum .44

Find a chump slumped, nigga, magnum on the road

Body full of bullets when they found him on the road

Lay a fucker down, spray it at him then reload

This that Fergenstein and I be down to let it go

Semi or the tech, spray it at him then reload

This that Fergenstein and I be down to let it go

Semi or the tech, spray it at him then reload (Fergie!)






I'm grippin' the Mac and you under attack

Spit at your back and you taking a nap

No heart a be pumping, your body relaxed

You talk to me dumb and that's how I react

One arm in the air like I'm waving a cab

The 9 is a bitch and she making it clap

I'm palming a 5th like I'm giving a dap

Be ready to scrap when you talk to the Trap (My condolences)

You are now talking to a boss, Lou Bang still ride in the Porsche

Two thou' for the grill they cost, white gold teeth, no floss

Young Trap Lord like Doss, two bitches in the crib, no drawers

She rocking the mic with her jaws, I call that bitch Nicki Minaj

She pop one pill no cough, when shit get real she spark

Givenchy my bitches bought, smoke that life 'til you niggas see God

Getting head in the foreign cars, get the head from the foreign broads

Hasta la vista, señor, pussy ass niggas a see Allah (Fergie!)






Kill a motherfucka with the Magnum .44

Find a chump slumped, nigga, magnum on the road

Body full of bullets when they found him on the road

Lay a fucker down, spray it at him then reload

This that Fergenstein and I be down to let it go

Semi or the tech, spray it at him then reload

This that Fergenstein and I be down to let it go

Semi or the tech, spray it at him then reload (Fergie!)






So it's like, "Fuckin' Problems," platinum (Bling, bling)

Long
Live
A$AP number one album in the country (Bling blaow)

Sold out tours, what's next? Trap Lord

Let these motherfuckers have it, let 'em know we not playing this year

The limb's never been so relaxed, ever, heheh

It's lonely at the top; all this shrimp, nobody to share it with

We ain't trippin' though, heheheheh

Y'all walkin' 'round with wrinkled silks, looking crazy, nah mean?

Pay your dry-cleaning bill and all that (pay that, pay that)

Cause it's like, it ain't even a competition no more, hahahahahah