Death letter

We catch em like I'm, we gonna whack him We catch em like I'm, we gonna whack him

We catch em like I'm, we gonna whack him Heaven disappear just like magic

Keep a pistol cause I ain't lackin' I'm a young nigga that stay stackin

So what you sayin' nigga, what you askin? Up the gun and I get the blessin

Down in these streets nigga, ain't no actin' Never get choked when you get it crackin

We don't get fucked boy if it's cold out Cause we stuck in the streets with them poles out

Wanna do a show and have it sold out Let me bring them hoes out

You do it for the clout, my niggas be out shit I'ma put em in a death chest

Put the L in the air, do it look like a kid Shoot em up and then we back to the crib

Need a shit, hollow tips cookin' up his red They like, bro, you don't listen to shit