Letters Lyrics

(I'm working on dying)

(BNYX)

K finna hit 'em, ain't talkin' no letters

You don't make money, you need to do better (Better)

She say I'm hot like a pepper (Xhulooo you ready? Come on)

Ice on my neck and it's changing the weather

Why you keep hating you not getting cheddar

Gucci my shoes, I got Louis my sweater

That boy a bum, yea, I know he a beggar

They stealing sauce, but I put it together

Go head and hop in the coupe (Coupe)

Pull up and shoot out the roof (Brrr)

Pull up we aiming at you

My diamonds wet like a pool

Good gas smokin' on boof

You better tell me the truth

Feel like the King of the Youth

'Cause they steady watching my moves

I feel like Bino got Whole Lotta racks (A lot of them)

I heard your gang is a whole lotta rats (A lot of that)

If he play then we gon' put a hole in his back

How you gon' hate, you don't know me, at that (How you gon' hate?)

Ran up and all that boy seen was a bat

I took a trip to LA with my slatt

Just bought a beamer, but I want a scat

If i keep it 100 your music is wack

I feel like Marshall, I want me an M

Get me a bag, I am not one of them

Chop got a knife, and it give 'em a trim

Wrist got an ocean, I'm finna go swim (Okay)

Uh, woah, oh, woah (Yeah)

Uh, woah, oh, woah (Wrist got an ocean, I'm finna go swim)

K finna hit 'em, ain't talkin' no letters

You don't make money, you need to do better (Better)

She say I'm hot like a pepper (Xhulooo you ready? Come on)

Ice on my neck and it's changing the weather

Why you keep hating you not getting cheddar

Gucci my shoes, I got Louis my sweater

That boy a bum, yea, I know he a beggar

They stealing sauce, but I put it together

Go head and hop in the coupe (Coupe)

Pull up and shoot out the roof (Brrr)

Pull up we aiming at you

My diamonds wet like a pool

Good gas smokin' on boof

You better tell me the truth

Feel like the King of the Youth

'Cause they steady watching my moves