"Letter To The Fans" lyrics
All right
Are you ready, El?
Know what I'm talking 'bout?
Shit. Let's go
Take this shit back
OK
I think these niggas forgot
I'm the one who popped the Glock
Mr. Hit These Niggas Block
They know the rain will never stop
This new-age gangster shit
These niggas doing confusing me to fuck
Why they not ashamed to work with cops
They on some other shit I'm not
I be tryna stain some shit
Jump in the car with my brother and blow up the block
You're doing danger, shit
We're all lit
Me and my army rocking
Free Lil Paki
They hit the lights, and he ain't stopping
This shit get active
A nigga can't name a time I wasn't 'bout it
When I was 9, I bought a rocket
I went to Pakistan and got it
Every day I think about leeke
Sometimes I cry and I just can't stop it
For every tear I drop
The bag just went up every time I dropped
The craziest part about it:
I'm finna do this hit and pay my-goddamn-self
Everybody know how the fuck I rock
Y'all act like y'all forget
Everybody know I pop that Glock until that bitch say
Whole time I'm never knowing until these niggas disappear
They magicians
Asking for the old twin
OK. Let's get it
Soon as we dot the block
Dot hopped out the car
I'm not jumping outside this bitch
I'm out my window popping shots
Look how fast he turned to Forrest Gump
Gotta be Jarvo
I'm popping a blick
And this shit getting wicked
I ain't come with Nardo
I ain't got to get in the car no more
Wells. That's how far I go
Buy your first-class ticket to hell
Say "Farewell. Adios."
Gang
I see dead people. They still alive right now though
These niggas ain't no fucking killers gang
I ain't lying, bro
Said she like my shovel. Let me dig
I'm 'bout to break this bitch down
Throw on the ground like she's some mid
Fucking demon slayer
She say damn
The way you walk with that stick. It look like drum line
I don't know if she smart, but I know this bitch is dumb fine
I hope you got your 30
I'm finna come 'round there
Tornado warning: it's storming. Put the sun out
Oh, my God
Heard y'all don't fuck with me
Think I really give a fuck
Sometimes I don't fuck with me
Bipolar paranoid
I'm scared I broke the clock
Too muck goddamn dope
Running from the cops in a goddamn road
Scared to bring this thot to my goddamn lo
But most of all I'm scared to talk to the cops on a goddamn podium
Scared I broke the clock
Too muck goddamn dope
My brother broke the pot with the goddamn fork
Come on
Plot twist: the first main character they smoke 'em
Fuck you gonna do about it
We gonna sit around and act like bitches
Y'all gon' keep spinz
We need you to diss
Are you ready, El?
Know what I'm talking 'bout?
Shit. Let's go
Take this shit back
OK
I think these niggas forgot
I'm the one who popped the Glock
Mr. Hit These Niggas Block
They know the rain will never stop
This new-age gangster shit
These niggas doing confusing me to fuck
Why they not ashamed to work with cops
They on some other shit I'm not
I be tryna stain some shit
Jump in the car with my brother and blow up the block
You're doing danger, shit
We're all lit
Me and my army rocking
Free Lil Paki
They hit the lights, and he ain't stopping
This shit get active
A nigga can't name a time I wasn't 'bout it
When I was 9, I bought a rocket
I went to Pakistan and got it
Every day I think about leeke
Sometimes I cry and I just can't stop it
For every tear I drop
The bag just went up every time I dropped
The craziest part about it:
I'm finna do this hit and pay my-goddamn-self
Everybody know how the fuck I rock
Y'all act like y'all forget
Everybody know I pop that Glock until that bitch say
Whole time I'm never knowing until these niggas disappear
They magicians
Asking for the old twin
OK. Let's get it
Soon as we dot the block
Dot hopped out the car
I'm not jumping outside this bitch
I'm out my window popping shots
Look how fast he turned to Forrest Gump
Gotta be Jarvo
I'm popping a blick
And this shit getting wicked
I ain't come with Nardo
I ain't got to get in the car no more
Wells. That's how far I go
Buy your first-class ticket to hell
Say "Farewell. Adios."
Gang
I see dead people. They still alive right now though
These niggas ain't no fucking killers gang
I ain't lying, bro
Said she like my shovel. Let me dig
I'm 'bout to break this bitch down
Throw on the ground like she's some mid
Fucking demon slayer
She say damn
The way you walk with that stick. It look like drum line
I don't know if she smart, but I know this bitch is dumb fine
I hope you got your 30
I'm finna come 'round there
Tornado warning: it's storming. Put the sun out
Oh, my God
Heard y'all don't fuck with me
Think I really give a fuck
Sometimes I don't fuck with me
Bipolar paranoid
I'm scared I broke the clock
Too muck goddamn dope
Running from the cops in a goddamn road
Scared to bring this thot to my goddamn lo
But most of all I'm scared to talk to the cops on a goddamn podium
Scared I broke the clock
Too muck goddamn dope
My brother broke the pot with the goddamn fork
Come on
Plot twist: the first main character they smoke 'em
Fuck you gonna do about it
We gonna sit around and act like bitches
Y'all gon' keep spinz
We need you to diss
