Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Find Out (Remix)

This a Tennesse, Alabama, Atlanta connection

Let me find out niggas still hating on the low
And their whole life savings I get paid for a
Their re-up, my walk-through
My sneakers, there house note
Think I need a whole thang of Keisha just to to 'em
Small town, big money, baby I make boss
They say Doe B lane is like without the auto-tune
Bring out the Apollo
I'mma sandman niggas
Give you 2 down
Boy, your swag ain't
Let me find out them Guccis
Let me find out them Louis
Let me find out your mama is a man-eater, she ate my children
Let me out you fake juug and I come through like, "Aye buddy
You 25, started trapping?"
Let me find out you rookie
Taylor Gang, trippy
Hustle Gang it is, pimping?
Got so many white friends I back Tommy Hilfiger
A-T-L, let me out
Ten', let me find out
M.I.A., N-Y-C, Texas, Cali,

Let me out
Let me out
let me find out
Let me find, out

Let me out
Let me out
Nigga let me out
Let me find, out

Let me find out & I'm out
Got 4 no 9's out
I'm recent, timed out
I'm playin' with it, you out
You got a mouth, you'll get 2 shots
and one with my handgun
Nigga talk about but that's something
You ain't never had hands on
Got folk in Alabama, they still me Arm & Hammer
See I do it for the
Gutter, not to get the glamor
Hey who that nigga from say he got a lot of drugs?
Say you
For a plug, bitch you at the plug
I'mma, young nigga
You want ho, better come get her
We don't your bitch man
We just have fun with her
well let me find out you channeled it
Ridin' town just saving hoes
she ain't all yours, we shared the bitch
But let me out
She havin' baby though

Let me out
Let me out
Nigga let me out
Let me out
Let me find out (Let me out, let me find out)
Let me out
let me find out (Let me find out, let me find out)
Bitch let me out

Let me find out, J's your girl's favorite rapper
I'mma fuck her all night and I'mma give her back
I ain't cuffing these hoes like shackles
For the green & the cheese like a Bay packer
Man, fuck you pay me, I come play like Tom Brady
Kush is my medication, ride like Ronald Reagan
niggas need to stop hating my flow sick like cancer patients
Rolex and a new Bugatti, yes bitch I'm ice
My last must've been a chauffeur, she drove me crazy
No key, space age, my ignition, I done made it
Juicy J, that's ho, Taylor Gang that's trippy ho
Smoking on that Christmas tree my buckle like mistletoe
Who with your wife?
She just the night
With my dick in her & my balls in her hand
Like the bitch was shooting
J, I got long money
I got song money
Bitch that Patron for me
I shows, boy I'm stone money

Let me out (lemme find out you nigga isn't who you say you is)
Let me out (haha you niggas nobody man)
let me find out
(Lemme find out you your soul for them joint nigga)
Let me find, out
Bitch let me find out (let me out let me find out)
Let me out
Ya'll niggas might not let me out
Nigga let me find out (let me out let me find out)
Bitch let me find out (Ya'll niggas might not let me out)