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
 You know, we at the all-star game right now
 Eyes closed (swish) shootin' fade aways from half-court
 (Elbow in the rim and all that)
 (Y'all still in the D-League doing, uhh, layup drills)
 Ya feel me?
 Kill a motherfucka with the magnum forty-four
 Find a chump slumped, nigga, magnum on the road
 Body full of bullets when he 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
 The semi or the tech, spray it at him then reload
 Ride Maybachs like Ross (Ugh)
 550 Benz four doors
 Praying for my niggas, they lost
 Dyin' on things, they wolves
 Ridin' 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 draws
 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 go see the lord
 Bitch like horse, X In Her Pores
 Want more sex, all in her jaws
 Molly!
 Kill a motherfucka with the magnum forty-four
 Find a chump slumped, nigga, magnum on the road
 Body full of bullets when he 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
 The 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 takin' a nap
 No heart a be pumpin', 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 makin' it clap
 I'm palmin' a fifth like I'm givin' 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
 2-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' the mic with her jaws
 I call that bitch Nicki Minaj
 She pop more pills no cough
 When shit get real she stop
 Givenchy my bitches
 Smoke that life till you niggas see God
 Gettin' head in the foreign cars
 Get the head from the foreign broads
 Hasta la vista, senor
 Pussy ass niggas a see Allah
 (FERGIE)
 Kill a motherfucka with the magnum forty-four
 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
 The semi or the tech, 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
 (fergie)
 So it's like, "Fuckin' Problems, " platinum
 (Bling, bling) LongLiveA$ap number one album in the country
 (Bling blow) sold out tours, what's next?
 Trap Lord
 Let these motherfuckers have it
 Let them know we ain't playing this year
 The limb's never been so relaxed, ever
 It's lonely at the top; all this shrimp, no one to share it with
 We ain't trippin' though
 Y'all walkin' 'round with wrinkled silks, looking crazy
 Pay your dry-cleaning bill and all that (pay that, pay that)
 Cause it's like it ain't even a competition no more