Letter to Keturah ft. tyg.von Lyrics

Ooh, okay, yuh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Dayum, mm, mm

Hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, uh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

Aye, hol' on, nigga

This a diss track, my lil cousin wack

And that lil nigga Black

Did I already call her wack, yeah, I did

Okay, okay

I don't know how to rap

I just make the beats, I don't hop on tracks

I just got a lap

Caught a rack

I'm countin' stacks

Nigga, Big Mac

Yeah, Keturah, built like a Big Mac

Nigga, hol' on, hit you in the back

Damn, lil nigga, like, you're whack, nigga

I'll beat you in a 1v1

Bitch, hold on (bro what)

I ain't mean to call you a bitch like, that was just an accident, like I promise to God

I'm- fuck that shit

Nigga, you my biggest opp

Damn

I can't call you a thot

I know you're not a thot, because like, yuh

Nigga

Anyways, anyways, aight, aight, aight

Let's get back on track

My fault, my fault, my fault

I still can't rap

See how off-beat that was thats how you know I can't rap

(Yeah that shit was off-beat)

Like I really just make beats, I'm not here to rap

Anyways

Nigga I'm 3 and 0

(Damn Keturah you 0 and 3 nigga what the fuck)

I like toes

(Ah hell nah, what the fuck)

I'm throwin' bows, I'm throwin' fo's, I rep my city

I got Devin with me

(Oh, shit, nigga that's me, HI)

We throwin' hundreds, not fifties, or ones

(Me?)

We totin' big guns

(Rap cap gettin' outta' hand)

We get our business done

(I don't even do my work at school, what the fuck is he talkin about)

This beat kinda dumb

And now we done

Dynamic duo out, bitch, fuck is you talkin about, nigga