Let It Go Lyrics - Asap Ferg

[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 

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? 

[Hook] 

Kill a motherfucka with the magnum 44 

'Bout a jump snump, 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 Fergie style and I be down to let it go 

Semi or the tech, spray it at em then reload 

This that Fergie style and I be down to let it go 

Semi or the tech, spray it at em then reload 

(Fergie!) 

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[Verse 1] 

Ride Maybachs like Ross (Ugh) 

550 Benz for a Tuarus 

Praying for my niggas, they lost 

Dyin' on things they [?] 

Ridin' on a gang that floss 

Multiplyin on a [?] that buck 

Pull a 9 on anything we spark 

Menage anything they horse 

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 yo' back and your lung on the floor 

Rat-a-tat-tat and you gon see the lord 

[?] action or pause 

Want more sex, all in her jaws 

Molly! 

Photos 

[Hook] 

[Verse 2] 

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 cap 

The nine is a bitch and she makin' it clap 

I'm pumpin' 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 ridin in the Porsche 

2-thou for the wheels, 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 spark 

Givenchy my bitches bought 

Spark that light and you niggas see God 

Gettin' head in the foreign cars 

Get the head from the foreign broads 

Asta la vista, senor 

Pussy ass niggas a see Allah 

[Hook] 

[Outro: A$AP Yams] 

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 anymore