Letter 2 You Lyrics

Sometimes I get stuck in my head

Some days I be feeling alone

My house ain't really my home

No one to call on not even my bros

I'm glad she don't know what I know

If she didn't she wouldn't answer the phone

They say Ty not rapping and shyt

(Huh)Steady laughin and shyt

Don't play with me I might flock at ya whip

Or I'll have my lil shorty come flock at ya bitch

& she want the time of her life

Whoever hit it' they ain't hitting it right

I'ma come through' do what she likes

Why would I play her if shorty my type?

Like

My gun go boom

My gun go grah

Run up on me' he get sent to the sky

Nigga was lacking for chicken and fries

You'll be dead if you mention one of mine

Shoutout to slimo' that is my slime

Shoutout to Sha' I know he down to ride

If we get booked' we ain't doing no time

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Catch opp send him to the lord

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Do a hit ' we gon slide ina race

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Spot an opp we gon send him to hell

Spot an opp he ain't ducking these shells

Free all my niggas that stuck in that cell

He dead ahh haa

Took a loss but I bet I'll still clap back

I'm with the bros ' going kuu like mad max

Don't try to push me' Im itching blast that

Putta pound on his head like a hashtag

B.O got the perks in his backbag

Let's work' leave the crib with a black mask

I'ma have to turn his fitted into a SnapBack

You know

I throw like 50

When it's time for a show

If the cops come

I'm getting low

Cuz I'm tucking poke

This shyt ain't a joke

Run up & I'm letting it go

Run like Ricky

Put a hole in his back

I'm 2Shiiestyy

Every cop getting clap

They say that I'm wildin

I'm just speaking the facts

Got hopped at Dunkin'

& never got back

Like YRP all that shyt to dick

Heard he was lying

Now we call him snitch

JT in the air' put in zip

Qua got the beam but I gotta switch

Call me mike' my shot is like chips

Call me cury' that shyt going in

Just know when I'm in it

I'm in it to win