Blens Tha Outlaw - Let It Sing Lyrics

Cock it back and aim
Let that motherf*cker sing
Music note on my trigger finger
Cock it back and aim
Let that motherf*cker sing
Music note on my trigger finger
Cock it back and aim
Let that motherf*cker sing
Music note on my trigger finger
Cock it back and aim
Let that motherf*cker sing
Music note on my trigger finger

Click click blahhhh that's the sound of the cannon
4-5 stainless ain't no jammin
So when the first one get out the next one go
All u hear is singing when I flex that hoe
High pitched falsetto wit a big big bang
Pull it out and pop it on the gang gang gang
Trigger finger tatted with nothing but a music note
Smith and wesson glock hk colt
When I let her sing it was murder she wrote
Barrel so hot on the tip it was smoke Open up lips let it sit on ur throat
The hammer cocked back bout to hit the final note
Bitch got vocals indeed she was dope
You know I let it sing for the money or coke
Ohhhhhh she my sidekick she never leave my side
You know she down to ride on an opp we gonna slide

Cock it back and aim
Let that motherf*cker sing
Music note on my trigger finger
Cock it back and aim
Let that motherf*cker sing
Music note on my trigger finger
Cock it back and aim
Let that motherf*cker sing
Music note on my trigger finger
Cock it back and aim
Let that motherf*cker sing
Music note on my trigger finger

You say that u active
Say u pop guns
I say u full of shit u ain't never popped nothing
This is dino city everybody got a strap
I let my bitch sing if u bust I bust back
Have u hitting fences like u run track Sold a couple bags now u talking like u trap
Hit the studio and talk about it in a rap
Boy u ain't g you just living a lie
Ask any real g we just living to die Drop a nigga quick and chunk the hood in the sky
Take my bandanna wipe the blood from my eye
I put that on the B
Yea I put that on the set
When that fat bitch sing yea she talking bout death
Air this mutherf*cker out till ain't nobody left
Pac said best
I ain't killa but dont push me
30 round stick clear the block of u pussies

Cock it back and aim
Let that motherf*cker sing
Music note on my trigger finger
Cock it back and aim
Let that motherf*cker sing
Music note on my trigger finger
Cock it back and aim
Let that motherf*cker sing
Music note on my trigger finger
Cock it back and aim
Let that motherf*cker sing
Music note on my trigger finger

I ain't the type to pull it out but dont pop it
Talking all that gang shit boy u need to stop it
45 humming and it sound like a rocket One in the chamber no need to cock it Got a voice that she'll blow ur f*ckin top with
And when I say blow I ain't talking bout head
I ain't talking bout lyrics my bitch spit lead
And if I let it sing yo I'll leave that ass dead
No face no case bitch I mean what I said
Alot of niggaz talking but ain't really with that action
Always pulling pistols but never get to blasting
Them 2-8 boys known to get shit brackin
Hit the city then you know it's best to tap in
Have the lil homie pull up on you with a mack 10
Five red rags hoppin out of a black benz
Now every time they think of you it's in the past tense

Cock it back and aim
Let that motherf*cker sing
Music note on my trigger finger
Cock it back and aim
Let that motherf*cker sing
Music note on my trigger finger
Cock it back and aim
Let that motherf*cker sing
Music note on my trigger finger
Cock it back and aim
Let that motherf*cker sing
Music note on my trigger finger