Fenty (Let It Go) lyrics

[Intro]
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Lemme talk my sh*t, uh

[Verse 1]
My lil' b*tch love Fendi, huh, she Rihanna with that Fenty
My gun full as hell, boy, please don't make me empty
n*ggas fool as hell boy, they see the real in me
You could catch a shell, boy, f*ck n*gga don't tempt me
I let it go, I let it go, just let it go, I let it go
f*ck n*gga don't tempt me, I let it go
I let it go, I let it go, f*ck n*gga don't tempt me
She ride like a ten-speed, bad b*tch from Miami
Dive in the pus*y like ten feet, I was in the cut with a semi
Can't let a f*ck n*gga get me
Can't let a f*ck bih' catch me up
She can still suck me up, yeah
Came in the club with a super-soldier, n*gga no G.I. Joe
Feel like a giant around these lil' ass n*ggas, n*gga no fee-fi-fo
She wanna f*ck, she want the Henny involved, b*tch I drunk it all
Just sit back, let me break your back
Just like I break the law, yeah

[Chorus]
Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, yuh
Ball so hard I took that b*tch inside the bank, yeah, whoa
Woke up rich, a n*gga talkin', but he can't, yeah, ayy
Run up, you get hit, that Choppa like a snake, yeah, woah
[Verse 2]
I told you that I don't got time for the snakes, yeah, whoa
Run up, you get hit, that Choppa wake and bake, yeah, woah
That lil' b*tch gon' suck and f*ck on the first date, yeah, ayy
I'm gon' probably f*cking c*m all on her face, yeah, ayy
Ball so hard, I do that sh*t like every day, yeah
Shoot my shot with every b*tch, I fade away, yeah, ayy
Don't got a Glock, then I'ma use a razor blade, yeah, woah
Gold in my mouth, my clock, lil' b*tch no Flavor Flav, yeah, whoa
Get so rich that I could sh*t up on my ex, yeah
Should've thought before you sent that f*cking text, yeah
I'm just finna put my di*k inside my next, yeah, huh
f*ck her once and then I gotta make an exit, yeah
I'm in the past tense, woah
Run up, I'm blastin'
I'm taking off just like NASA
She do the coke off the napkin, uh
White like napkin, huh, ayy
n*gga you fake as f*ck, you be cappin', yuh, ayy
Like a poetry slam, I be snappin', hmm, ayy
n*ggas be talkin' sh*t, but what happens to them?
Pull up on him, that gun get to blastin' at him, yeah
All I do is get money, I just be cashing on them

[Chorus]
Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, yuh
Ball so hard until that b*tch inside the bank, yeah, uh
Woke up rich, a n*gga talkin', but he can't, yeah, ayy
Run up, you get hit, that Choppa like a snake, yeah