Big Krit - Let It Show Lyrics

[Intro:]
Yeah man
Motherf*ckers tell me
I cuss too much in my motherf*ckin' lyrics
I ain't f*ck no pussy ass motherf*ckers man
That's how I feel
I let it show, shit
I let it show, yeah
I let it show
I might chill all night

[Verse 1:]
You think you are ballin' but you ain't even hit the court
I throw money at bitches like you would think it's a sport
We pop bottles and be out like like we just wanna rain
Big [?] or models, they twerk that pussy all the same
I got two gold chains, and two bad bitches
All these bands in my pockets, it's hard to pull up my britches
I put the "K" in Kountry
I put the "P" in pimpin'
I give a f*ck what you think, shorty
And f*ck how you're feelin'

[Hook:]
I let it show (yeah-h-h) [x3]
I might chill all night
With the highs and lows

[Verse 2:]
You don't pay my bills, you don't write these songs
You don't know my life, naw bitch I'm grown
You can hold them rocks
You can throw that salt
If the ho chose me, pimpin', it ain't my fault
I got two old schools, one for the boppers
And one with the engine that get away from them coppers
I put the "B" in bumpin'
I put the dub in whippin'
I give a f*ck what you think, shorty
And f*ck how you're feelin'

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Tell Def Jam run that bread, I don't give a f*ck
Drop top, goods, bitch I gave my whip a tummy-tuck, uhh
I beat that pussy like it ain't the same, shorty
Shit, you might just put my name on it
Roll around town like I own the whole city
F*ck the hotel, brung the whole club with
Lame motherf*ckers, gotta get 'em out my way
I got a new bad bitch like I get married everyday
I ain't no trapper, I ain't no rapper so don't push me to no killer
This money is a jungle, I'm a silverback gorilla
The house sit on some pillars
I'm knockin' doors down like my trunk pacific rim

[Hook]

[Outro:]
I might chill all night, with the highs and lows
I might chill all night, with the wives and [?]
I might chill all night night, with the neon glows
I might chill all night, with your wife and your ho