Let Up lyrics

[Spoken Intro: Earl Nightingale & Young Thug]
Earl: I'd like to tell you about the strangest secret in the world

Thug: What's that?

Earl: Some years ago, Albert Schweitzer, the late doctor
And Nobel prize-winner was being interviewed in London
And the reporter asked him "Doctor, what's wrong with men today?"

Thug: They gay

[Intro]
Yah, yah, yah
It's Thugger, Thugger Thugger baby
Oh my f*cking God

[Chorus]
Fish scale? Oh yeah
They sell? I bet
Got Boy? Retail
Mexico, next to go
Whenever God give me my moment
I ain't gon' let up, let up, let up
Hundred bands inside my coffin
I ain't gon' let up, let up, let up
Got yo b*tch inside the office
She ain't gon' let up, let up, let up
And we show out in the club
You know they lettin' us, lettin' us, lettin' us
[Verse 1]
I'm on a Harley David, I got a choppa on my seat
I got a lot of babies
They go for 34 a piece
I feel like Tom Brady
I got them nines on my feet, n*gga shut up
Young Thug on a high-speed chase
I'm not gon' let up, let up, let up
Take the penitentiary chances
Tryna run up on my funds
Young Thugga pimping, b*tch
Feel like f*cking Don Juan
I know plug talk language, Thugger Casciano lingo
I got my Trayvon hoodie on
She still see me, she no bingo
I feel just like Birdman
Put my steering wheel in middle
D Kizzle got my spot fizzle with bezels, can you dizzle?
Yeah, Dk got my spot filled with b*tches, can you dizzle?
You talk a million dollars, where your paper and yo pencil?

[Chorus]
Fish scale? Oh, yeah
They sell? I bet
Got Boy? Retail
Mexico, next to go
Whenever God give me my moment
I ain't gon' let up, let up, let up
Hundred bands inside my coffin
I ain't gon' let up, let up, let up
Got yo b*tch inside the office
She ain't gon' let up, let up, let up
And we show out in the club
You know they lettin' us, lettin' us, lettin' us
[Verse 2]
I feel like Tarzan
My f*cking spot filled up with trees
I got a newer plan
Motherf*ck the streets, take over the beach
With all this f*cking sand
I build a castle and a man
That b*tch ain't got no class
You know we call her truancy
All the flesh be like "B-L-A-T-T"
You know my jewelry, ice and water like the AC&D (Brrr!)
My b*tch bad but I'm the bomb, just like TNT (Brrr!)
You wanna race? When they say "start" I'm at the END (Yeah!)
She need a trophy 'cause I nut on her just like Milla Vanilla
I drink that Actavis, yo Sprite look like it got Starbursts and Skittles
I got a big mink on, I'm a walking gorilla
And we takin' all these b*tches, man these n*ggas gon' kill us (Ha)

[Chorus]
Fish scale? Oh, yeah
They sell? I bet
Got Boy? Retail
Mexico, next to go
Whenever God give me my moment
I ain't gon' let up, let up, let up
Hundred bands inside my coffin
I ain't gon' let up, let up, let up
Got yo b*tch inside the office
She ain't gon' let up, let up, let up
And we show out in the club
You know they lettin' us, lettin' us, lettin' us