Let It Sing - Kevin Gates

Nigga won’t tell me, talkin' 'bout some

You twenty percent more in it (who's that?)

Nigga you control the wheel there

Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything

She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring

Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything

She don’t trust a nigga, nigga 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

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 text 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

Laughin' and shit, she gon' go get a pistol, know this ho crazy,

probably wanna kill me

How could you leave me?

Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything

She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring

Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything

She don’t trust a nigga, nigga 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

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 Jamaican 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 MARTA bus

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 RAH,

when I start it up

Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything

She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring

Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything

She don’t trust a nigga, nigga 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

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