Let Me See It lyrics

[Chorus: Quavo]
Real trap n*ggas where the bands at
Real shooter n*gga where your straps at
Let me see, Let me see, Let me see
Let me see, Let me see, Let me see
When you pull it out, gotta hold it real real low
No need to let the f*cking feds see

[Verse 1: Quavo]
You a trap n*gga, where your bricks at, n*gga?
You a shooter, n*gga where your strap, n*gga?
Thinkin' that I'm soft, I'll cut your hand off
Read about it on the channel news n*gga
You think that I'm crazy, I'll pull out the pistol, won't miss ya
f*ck that, nevermind that, n*gga what you laughin' at?
POW POW POW ain't got nothin' to laugh at
10 missed calls on my iJack
They don't know where to f*ckin' buy it at
Got my eye on a n*gga like an iPad
I gone do b*tch cooking up [?]
You sippin' gator skin, a fanny pack [?]
You know she got a lot of grams and
Know she got a lot of bandz in
She bringin' back boomerang, do you get it?
BOING BOING BOING, the Js annoying
Shine like drop of a coin
Hop on a jet just to get a P.T
They don't know that is [?] doing
Mistery, mistery
Got you feelin' like Scooby Doo
Have you ever witnessed [?] a dead man
Stash in the living room (stash!)
[Chorus: Quavo]
Real trap n*ggas where the bands at
Real shooter n*gga where your straps at
Let me see, Let me see, Let me see
Let me see, Let me see, Let me see
When you pull it out, gotta hold it real real low
No need to let the f*cking feds see

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
You a trap n*gga, where the bricks at, n*gga?
Breakin' your b*tch like a Kit-Kat, n*gga
Flippa got a choppa, better hold that down
Pull on your block, and now spray with a 100 round
Broke n*ggas do a whole lot of talking
I be ridin' with a carbon
That white girl just too gorgeous
Pull up in a Mazi on Forgis
b*tch I'm rich cause a n*gga hit a jackpot
Quavo got birds in the trap spot
32 bricks in the Re-Rock
100 band jewler got the block hot
n*gga mad cause I made it and I'm iced out
Red bad b*tch with a D-Cup
f*ck you b*tch, I got big bucks
Countin' up bandz in the Brinks Truck
[Chorus: Quavo]
Real trap n*ggas where the bands at
Real shooter n*gga where your straps at
Let me see, Let me see, Let me see
Let me see, Let me see, Let me see
When you pull it out, gotta hold it real real low
No need to let the f*cking feds see

[Verse 3: Jose Guapo]
Ready from the street, gotta keep it Low-Key
Can't let a f*ck n*gga tryna' peep Low-Key
Can't say no we, I don't know you 'be
f*ck n*gga might work for the peeps
Been down, laid down, n*gga all about money
[?]
I know n*ggas still trappin'
Know n*gga been trappin
Know n*gga been trappin' since a baby
So n*gga you can get you a whole key
Or n*gga you can get you a OZ
Put [?] like Kobe
If you so 'bout it, then n*gga just show me
Real trap n*ggas still [?]
[?]
I know n*gga, you are the one who sent it through the mail
Apo, Guapo, I never tell
On Hoppa Street, yeah they got fish scale
I really can't tell you too much
Everyday n*gga tryna' make trap sales
I know you seen Snow on Tha Bluff
Dodging the F-E-D
They shippin' and wrappin' the peas
We search, we locate the lean
Wrap it and ship it to me
[Chorus: Quavo]
Real trap n*ggas where the bands at
Real shooter n*gga where your straps at
Let me see, Let me see, Let me see
Let me see, Let me see, Let me see
When you pull it out, gotta hold it real real low
No need to let the f*cking feds see