Let It Sing

LETRA

Let It Sing

[Intro]
Nigga won’t tell me, talkin’ ‘bout some
You twenty percent more in it (who’s that?)
Nigga you control the wheel there

[Chorus]
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
She don’t trust a ni***, ni*** I don’t trust a wedding ring
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
She don’t trust a ni***, ni*** I don’t trust a wedding ring

Yappa goin’ bada-boom, Yappa goin’ bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing
Yappa goin’ bada-boom, Yappa goin’ bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing

[Verse 1]
Sip out the canister, rollin’ up cannabis
I’m not permitted to cross into Canada
Fired my manager, Robert Horry in the game
Switch place, story stay the same

Bail came in the mail, bust it down, you would think I’m Tory Lanez
Broke prayin’ for a whole thang, shot the tecs and a load came
Flex on ‘em like I’m Billy, bought a new hip, then told her “hit me”
Tryna get next to me like I’m Tristan, you think I’m really ‘bout to let you get me?

You think I’m really ‘bout to let you bill it?
You think you really ‘posed to get a Bentley?
All you do is stalk other ho’s pages, you cannot afford a payment on a Civic
Keep it professional when you DM me

You know your sister be all in my business, copyin’ everythin’ that I delivered
TMZ I’m fightin’ with Dreka
We cannot do this in front of the children
Dive in her shit, she gon’ go get a pistol, know this so crazy, probably wanna kill me
How could you leave me?

[Chorus]
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
She don’t trust a ni***, ni*** I don’t trust a wedding ring
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
She don’t trust a ni***, ni*** I don’t trust a wedding ring

Yappa goin’ bada-boom, Yappa goin’ bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing
Yappa goin’ bada-boom, Yappa goin’ bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing

[Verse 2]
Cookin’ up, let me do what I want, gold Rollie, touch, Cutter gon’ launch
In Cali, just call me an ally, you tell me the addi and daddy gon’ punch
Crunch time, gotta count in the clutch, bust down, not the ho with the blunt
Breakin’ open a pipe, pourin’ dope in the cup, partner bought it, ‘bout to open it up

Big Body, doors openin’ up, big Jaimaican unloadin’ the truck
Big weight ‘bout to go in the trunk, bad bitch, give me brain in the trunk
Just jugg, four M in a month, two-fifty book a show, I’ma come
Cappin’ like they got more than us, matter of fact, I just ordered up

Shopliftin’, they recorded us, ‘member back on the motorbus
I could remember you treatin’ me shitty back then ‘cause I wasn’t important enough
Straight from the back, how I’m grippin’ the bitch, throwin’ dick in her kidney, she ballin’ up
In the mirror I glisten’, the button ignition, the engine go R-A-H, when I start it up

[Chorus]
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
She don’t trust a ni***, ni*** I don’t trust a wedding ring
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
She don’t trust a ni***, ni*** I don’t trust a wedding ring

Yappa goin’ bada-boom, Yappa goin’ bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing
Yappa goin’ bada-boom, Yappa goin’ bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing

[Outro]
Ay, forgive me if I’m not energetic and hunky dory around this bitch
When I got a motherfuckin’ GPS monitor strapped to my leg
When I got a motherfuckin’ P.O. tellin’ me I can go travel to spend money
But I can’t travel to make money. You know, forgive me for not being enthusiastic
You heard me? When I got these fuckin’ dick suckers on my motherfuckin’ back 24 hours a day
Playin’ wit’ me, you heard me? And now you fuckin’ playin’ wit’ me