Let Me See It Rich The Kid (Ft. Jose Guapo & Quavo)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Real trap niggas where the bands at
Real shooter nigga 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 fucking feds see

[Verse 1: Quavo]
You a trap nigga, where your bricks at, nigga?
You a shooter, nigga where your strap, nigga?
Thinkin' that I'm soft, I'll cut your hand off
Read about it on the channel news nigga
You think that I'm crazy, I'll pull out the pistol, won't miss ya
Fuck that, nevermind that, nigga 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 fuckin' buy it at
Got my eye on a nigga like an iPad
I gone do bitch 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!)