"Letters" lyrics
(Hokatiwi)
Yeah
This a letter to the money, dear moola, shit I love you
Damn with my back against the wall I know I that can trust you
I might take you out the stash and stack you just to hug you
Still like the first time we met I get butterflies when I touch you
This a letter to the Wock, I'ma drop you in a pop
I'll drop you when it's cold, I'll drop you when it's hot
No matter how much you cost me, I'll always have you around
Quagen, Trisha can never be you and try to snatch the crown
This a letter to the Za, gon' stuff you in a wood
I be stressing, but it's cool, gon' puff you till I'm good
When its me and you I'm on a different wave length
They say you kill cells, but I think you get my brain straight
This a letter to my Ex, I know you feel dumb
Just a ordinary bitch with a regular life
Hoping that your days go bad, like why would I tell you goodnight?
Imagine fumbling BabyTron biggest L in your life
This a letter to the Juggs, its time to move on
In the booth or doing shows I found a new road, I hope you happy for me
Hopefully when this shit over it's a happy story
Look, this a letter to the haters, you don't get paid for it
Two-hundred thousand likes you mad cause my pape scorching?
They hit your bitch of off a stare you mad my face scorching?
Nah, I think y'all really pissed cause y'all pape shortage
This a letter to my Baby Scams, it fucked me up that you ain't around to catch a jack
It fucked me up that you ain't around to catch a flight
It fucked me up that you ain't around to send a site
If you was here I knew you would've shroomed up with me
If you was here I know you'd go suit up with me
If you was here you would've bust a new jugg with me
You was on what I was on you would've went pull of a stunt with me
This a letter to my Family, happy that y'all proud
You know me and how I get I couldn't let y'all down
I told y'all school wasn't the one for me
Now I post a venue, thousand people they gon' come for me
This a letter to the Gang, you know I got y'all
Same Jimmy, same Tron before I popped off
Every time we hit the stage, its time to rock out
All that grinding but its time game, yeah we got now
This a letter to my little yeah, you know what it is
They can't fuck with you, they can't fuck with us
Twenty thousand between both our fists no they can't stomach us
You know that I fuck with you, you up there with my double cups
This a letter to the Fans, all the supporters
I'ma reach the finish and keep running nothing shorter (nothing shorter)
Don't forget without y'all, I wouldn't be nothing
And keep cheering for me promise y'all ain't see nothing
(Yeah, ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Milita)
(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ayy)
(They still can't fuck with me, This shit is not changed, I don't think its gonna change, matter fact I know its not gonna fucking change
Whew, whew, whew)
Yeah
This a letter to the money, dear moola, shit I love you
Damn with my back against the wall I know I that can trust you
I might take you out the stash and stack you just to hug you
Still like the first time we met I get butterflies when I touch you
This a letter to the Wock, I'ma drop you in a pop
I'll drop you when it's cold, I'll drop you when it's hot
No matter how much you cost me, I'll always have you around
Quagen, Trisha can never be you and try to snatch the crown
This a letter to the Za, gon' stuff you in a wood
I be stressing, but it's cool, gon' puff you till I'm good
When its me and you I'm on a different wave length
They say you kill cells, but I think you get my brain straight
This a letter to my Ex, I know you feel dumb
Just a ordinary bitch with a regular life
Hoping that your days go bad, like why would I tell you goodnight?
Imagine fumbling BabyTron biggest L in your life
This a letter to the Juggs, its time to move on
In the booth or doing shows I found a new road, I hope you happy for me
Hopefully when this shit over it's a happy story
Look, this a letter to the haters, you don't get paid for it
Two-hundred thousand likes you mad cause my pape scorching?
They hit your bitch of off a stare you mad my face scorching?
Nah, I think y'all really pissed cause y'all pape shortage
This a letter to my Baby Scams, it fucked me up that you ain't around to catch a jack
It fucked me up that you ain't around to catch a flight
It fucked me up that you ain't around to send a site
If you was here I knew you would've shroomed up with me
If you was here I know you'd go suit up with me
If you was here you would've bust a new jugg with me
You was on what I was on you would've went pull of a stunt with me
This a letter to my Family, happy that y'all proud
You know me and how I get I couldn't let y'all down
I told y'all school wasn't the one for me
Now I post a venue, thousand people they gon' come for me
This a letter to the Gang, you know I got y'all
Same Jimmy, same Tron before I popped off
Every time we hit the stage, its time to rock out
All that grinding but its time game, yeah we got now
This a letter to my little yeah, you know what it is
They can't fuck with you, they can't fuck with us
Twenty thousand between both our fists no they can't stomach us
You know that I fuck with you, you up there with my double cups
This a letter to the Fans, all the supporters
I'ma reach the finish and keep running nothing shorter (nothing shorter)
Don't forget without y'all, I wouldn't be nothing
And keep cheering for me promise y'all ain't see nothing
(Yeah, ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Milita)
(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ayy)
(They still can't fuck with me, This shit is not changed, I don't think its gonna change, matter fact I know its not gonna fucking change
Whew, whew, whew)
