Last letter ta dem boys ft. Babycamm5 Lyrics

Hey, Tony

Oh, shit zeek

Fuckin' cool

The opps been out here punchin' hard as hell, bro

I can't even, faced it all

White lows on the road, it got me feelin' racist

I been juggin, me and bro just ran a nigga out

It's human races

Heard the opps somewhere that he ain't supposed to be, bro

I'm about to face him

I was about to crash, but bro said we ain't bout to cash no stupid cases

Nigga told me that he got the plug on drank, I need a couple cases

Goin' up, but I can't, it ain't time to shit, bro

I can't fuckin' pace it

Only reason that it's takin' me so long, cause y'all some fuckin' haters

Better watch your man, he bout to slime you out, cause he a fuckin' traitor

Niggas hoes tryna hide all of my dope, I damn near made a cracker

Took the stripper bitch to givin' me some sex, cause I ain't fuckin' pay her

I ain't spittin' shit on any fuckin' thing, I care about my paper

Bitch, she taste like candy on that time, I call her and I went later

Fuck her, I'ma love her, I'ma leave her, but I ain't goin' near her

Tell my baby mama leave, she tryna trip, she start to actin' crazy

Girl, listen to that shit, bro, I'ma take care of my fuckin' baby

With nigga DNA up in my blood, you niggas next, bro

I been stressin' out and thinkin' bout my life, and I been fuckin' prayin

If the devil get to fuckin' with my daughter, then I'ma keep my young nigga out here hopin

With the shit shot, I'ma nigga pace

All these niggas out here finished, that's a fuck, bro, I can't even fake it

We ran out on the block when you had seen us, you had got to skate

Put that head lock and lock up to that head, cause I had filled the page

You should be happy, nigga, almost got that Glock when we was out there chasin

Blowin opp pack, I'm higher than the fuck, it got me lookin' blasian

We slidin, bro, don't hold the Glock like that, you gotta have some candence

If you need a Xanny or you need a Perk, hit up my nigga

No one could, he gon' be the best choice, because he ain't gon' race you

Nigga bought some quality, ain't pull up, cause this shit distaste you

Might hop up in the Scat and start it up, but I ain't gon' race you

If you get up in that jam with the state boys, then the boys gon' chase you

If you ever try to impress me out in public, I'ma humiliate you

Send the shots and leave a whole strike through your back, look like the chopper at you

Y'all ain't cappin, all y'all hoes need to grow up, none of y'all bitchin

I see pussies see me every single day and they don't ever say shit

Walkin' past me and don't even fuckin' look, bro, I can't even fake it

When we slidin, we gon' get em at good times, you gotta ask some patience

If he don't pop a birdie, hit him through the window, we gon' leave him faceless

Put a scope on that head yard, nigga, close, cause I was feelin' lazy

Fucked my bitch up, I didn't do it in the butter, and they needn't fake it

But fuck it, bro, I'm still gon' get it up, because they still gon' chase it

That's a hop out hand already on the handle, hop out and start the Skating

Fuck you too