Letter 2 My 8's Lyrics

Ayy

Tore the house down cause I'm finna grab a mansion nigga

I was tryna see if nigga

Ayy

Ayy

Tore the house down cause I'm finna grab a mansion

I was tryna see if nigga tell me should grab a hammer

Coincide think my shit don't stink fuck a pamper

Beam on, send some shots through his scalp, Dandruff

Got up off that lil' boy's shit had to man up

Ripped the fifty out my pocket the bands was stuck

Racks on me, jeans lil' snug with yo' pocket stuff

Black Louis belt on my waist, hold my Glock up

She ask for the ALT, play the opps, I ain't stop her

Don't pillow or talk or gossip, that's just not us

Fuck what you heard, I ain't tryna hear it, don't bring the opps up

My hands always slippery, I'm tryna drop somethin'

Snap her, crack a Rice Krispie, go and pop somethin'

Pizza Hut boys, in this bitch don't get boxed up

Free the murder team, nigga, part of me locked up

Beefing with some niggas, I don't know, cause I'm popping

Twin a lil' foe can get whatever, ain't gotta ask for shit

Real jacker, Will and J told me that's scam shit

I know why these niggas mad, gang slam, they bitch

My nigga Glizzy, seen me cryin', I kill for bitch

Free NellfourTrvp, we hit a lick and design the kicks

Ray Trap, big Cuban, with the ice, don't flip

I got ice, the bro's first chain

Nigga reach, wish he would, he gon' die on this bitch

Niggas ain't no shit, on the gram, they harass us

Cute face, her ass fat, I'm tryna fuck, I'm finna ask her

She like, "boy, put yo' mask up, you Flame", "shit, who askin'?"

I won't eat it, treat her pussy like a yellow Laffy Taffy

Hangin' out the window, yellin' gang shit, what's crackin'

All that tough shit was cool, my gun out, bitch, what happened

Joe gon' make the beat, Reggie finna master

Me, T-Dame, woah, whatever happen, let's put it past us

I be prayin' for my niggas, askin' for forgiveness

Next morning, still sinnin'

Chillin' with this bitch she keep talkin' bout her nigga

Say he a loser, she know I'm a winner

We got the big Glocks, Taraus for beginners

Three-four-six, bitch, I'm mad should of called us before you did it

Gotti And So, so I get a bag, I'm comin' to get you

My nigga Ray and Duke, point them out, they goin' missing

If I die, split my heart through my nieces

I pray they never meet no nigga that's like me, shit

I hope to God, my son and my nephew don't see no street shit

Tell T, I love her son and her grandsons, I mean it

Protect my niggas with my life on Jesus