Let It Go

Trap Lord season begins

Now repent yo sins

This Yamborghini on the mothafuckin' 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' fade aways from half court

Elbowin' the rim and all that (Tomahawk jam)

Ya'll still in the D-League doin', uh, layup drills (Ya heard?)

Ya feel me?

Kill a motherfucker with the magnum forty-four

Find a chump slumped, ****, 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

The 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 (Ugh)

Five-fifty Benz, four doors

Praying for my ****, they lost

Dyin' no thing, they wolves (They wolves)

Riding on a gang that floss

Multiplying by the gang that bucks

Pull a nine on anything we spark

Ménage ain't a thing they whores (Whores)

Pussy so good, need more

Lemme get in those drawers

Five-O in the corner store

He heard all them claps with a round of applause

Spit at your back and your lung on the floor

Rat-a-tat-tat and ya gon' see the Lord

Bitch like horse, X in her pores

Want more sex, all in her jaws

Molly

Kill a motherfucker with the magnum forty-four

Find a chump slumped, ****, 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

Fergi

Oh

Yeah

Oh, oh, yeah, yeah

Oh, oh, yeah, yeah

Oh, oh, yeah

Alright

I'm grippin' the mac and you under attack

Spit at yo 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 nine is a bitch and she making it clap

I'm palming the fifth 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 (Boss)

Lou Bang still ridin' 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 rockin' that 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 ball

Smoke that life till you **** see God

Getting head in the foreign cars

Get the head from the foreign broads

Hasta la vista, señor

Pussy ass **** a see Allah

(Fergie)

Kill a motherfucker with the magnum forty-four

Find a chump slumped, ****, 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

Plantinum

Bling, bling

Long live ASAP

Number one album in the country

(Bling blow) sold out tours

What's next?

Trap lord

Let these mufuckas have it

Let 'em know we not playing this year

The limb's never been so relaxed

Ever

Ha ha

It's lonely at the top

All this shrimp, nobody to share it with

We ain't trippin' though

Ya'll walking '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

Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha