Love Letters Lyrics

Yeah, Veyster, takeover

Bitch writing love letters, I don't know you I won't sweat it

Dress to impress 300 dollars for a sweater

So many niggas count me out, it's crazy how I made it out

Now I'm chillin' on the couch, sparking woods with my spouse

Fed's talking bout some cheese, turned your ass to a mouse

I just looked in my account, finna triple my amount

Put two hundred in that bitch, I done broke the money counter

If I stand on my bands, taller than Dwight Howard

Niggas hating from they bed, nigga go and take a shower

Niggas think I got lucky, it's cap, I put it in them hours

I was grinding in the gym, now I'm grinding in the booth

Always knew I was a star, now I got stars in the roof

H-U-S-T-L-E, nigga I'm living proof

Nigga, went and got a bag, you can go and do it too

Should've put me in my yearbook as a rich nigga

I ain't signing no deal for nothing less than seven figures

Bitch, crying on my line, it's crazy I ain't even hit it

Show my heart through the hard times, nigga I'ma go getter

Bitch, writing love letters, I don't know you, I won't sweat it

I dressed to impress, three hundred dollars for a sweater

Nigga, sweater wasn't hard, that blunt steady laced with fetty

Bitch, I'm ready, I could be your dom, you could be my letty

I can't let you get too close to me, I know I'm gonna regret it

So many bitches crossed me, tables turned, look where I'm headed

I'm the hardest nigga out of KC, do you get it

Nigga said he got exotic, nigga I can't even smell it

I'm fucking with a bad bitch, I'm not Rallo

I need a box of backwoods, I ain't smoking on no fonto

Feds took me for questions, you know as much as I know

Plug's sent the pack, he steady posted in Toronto

I'm slidin' on this bitch for real, but that ain't nothing new

It's cool, we'll put your ass on the news

Still around the same, nigga no fresh faces in my crew

Doc rolling off the pills, I'm praying that he stops soon

I done lost it all before, and I still got it back

Unk taught me how to make the most out of my pack

Left them niggas in the past, I ain't never looking back

This a wrap, jumping off the top rope like I'm Jack

I know that you don't get it, nigga I'm not really tripping

Niggas missin', I ain't missin', nigga check my percentage

Since 2017, my nigga all I know is winning

Went to state on the bench, I owe it all up to my niggas

But I'm capping, I was watching front of stands I'm a fan

A nigga stop hooping, owe it all to Big Dan

Niggas really broke, and play it off on a gram

I'm with a bad lil' bitch, I'm finna make her OnlyFans

Tryna hit Abella Danger, it's a few other names

Chris faked on me, add him to the list of lames

You gon' do the walk of shame, tryna do it all for fame

If you ready for the deep, nigga jump off the plank

I jumped off the porch, my daddy died, that shit was crazy

Eight days after my birthday, you betrayed me

I'm a real grinder, I ain't never been lazy

Told my momma I'm my own boss, nigga I pay me

Told Kenzie that I love her, she ain't fucking with me lately

It amaze me, niggas really start moving snaky

I hang around with Slim, I'm not talking bout shady

Steady making plays like I'm Dwayne Casey

Steady making plays, like I'm Dwayne Casey

Never been lazy, nigga start rapping, I do it all before they take me

Niggas really round, moving shaky

Niggas really start moving snaky, on babies

That's that shi' I can't take it