A$AP Ferg — Let It Go

[Intro: A$AP Yams] 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? [Chorus] 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!) [Verse 1] 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! [Chorus] 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!) [Verse 2] 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!) [Chorus] 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!) [Outro: A$AP Yams] So it's like, "Fuckin' Problems," platinum (Bling, bling) LongLiveA$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