Kevin Gates - Let It Sing lyrics

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' PO 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