Letter Under

[Chorus]
This my letter to the streets, I don't show my feelings i rap on beats
I don't rock with niggas, they don't rock with me
Hit his block with a chop like, now that nigga deceased
Every day I think bout Quese, whoa
Every day can't get no sleep fasho
Pop perc this shit there feed my soul
D-o-u-b-l-e double 0 lil hoe
This my letter to the streets, i dont show my feelings i rap on beats
I dont rock with niggas, they dont rock with me
Hit his block with a chop like, now that nigga deceased
Every day i think bout quis, whoa
Every day can't get no sleep fasho
Pop perc this shit there feed my soul
D-o-u-b-l-e double 0 lil hoe

[Verse 1]
Im tryna go get ms up, my young nigga tryna get murders, uh
GLE 63 benz truck hit the gas on the car, hoe swervin
First time on a mission, i never been nervous
Pop choppas and we pop perkies, aye
I dont call him lil ricky i call him lil curry
Lil double gone score, you could call me klay
I was just broke, i made a way, he still broke, he ain't gettin paid
Said he maid a diss now he in a grave, uh
We turn niggas to days
Broke before double 0 went through a phase
Pockets on envelope stuff em they full of blue hunnids
Niggas ain't havin motion, they ain't gettin money
Say he really trappin, whole time he get fronted
I done been there and done it

[Interlude]
No bap, nigga, I really been there and done all that shit
Like, I really went through all that shit back in the day
Like I really ran my racks up, know what I'm sayin'
Like, I really did this shit in one year, mane
You niggas can't fuck with me
Who the fuck you niggas know under twenty years old hundred thousand in jewelry

[Verse 2]
Hundred thousand on this jewelry, big ass gun you can't get near me
Strapped with that fye, fuck the security
Cuz a nigga gone die, if double a hoe why the fuck he ain't try?
I ain't worried, even my bih tote fye, she be carrying
Whackin shit back to back you would think that we purgin
Can't eat can't sleep till the opps get whacked and a fuck nigga ass get buried

[Verse 2]
This my letter to the streets, I don't show my feelings i rap on beats
I don't rock with niggas, they don't rock with me
Hit his block with a chop like, now that nigga deceased
Every day i think bout Quese, whoa
Every day can't get no sleep fasho
Pop perc this shit there feed my soul
D-o-u-b-l-e double 0 lil hoe
This my letter to the streets, i dont show my feelings i rap on beats
I dont rock with niggas, they dont rock with me
Hit his block with a chop like, now that nigga deceased
Every day i think bout quis, whoa
Every day can't get no sleep fasho
Pop perc this shit there feed my soul
D-o-u-b-l-e double 0 lil hoe, uh