Let It Go (Explicit)

Let It Go (Explicit) - A$AP Ferg

Trap Lord season begins

Now repent your sins

This Yamborghini on the motherf**kin' 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 motherf**ka with the magnum forty-four

Find a chump slumped ni**a

Magnum on the road

Body full of bullets when they

Found him on the road

Lay a f**ker 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' no thing 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

P**sy 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 go see the lord

B**ch like horse X In Her Pores

Want more sex all in her jaws

Molly

Kill a motherf**ka with

The magnum or the 4

Bouta jump snump ni**a

Magnum on the road

Body full of bullets when he

Found him on the road

Lay a f**ker 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

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 b**ch 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 b**ches in the crib no drawers

She rockin' the mic with her jaws

I call that b**ch Nicki Minaj

She pop more pills no cough

When sh*t get real she spark

Givenchy my b**ches

Smoke that life till you niggas see God

Gettin' head in the foreign cars

Get the head from the foreign broads

Hasta la vista señor

P**sy a** niggas a see Allah

Kill a motherf**ka with the

Magnum or the 4

'Bouta jump snump ni**a

Magnum on the road

Body full of bullets when he

Found him on the road

Lay a f**ker 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

So it's like "F**kin' Problems " platinum

(bling bling) LongLiveA$AP number

One album in the country

(bling blow) sold out tours what's next

Trap Lord

Let these motherf**kers have it

Let them know we not playing this year

The limb's never been so relaxed ever

It's lonely at the top; all this shrimp

Nobody 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