Letter 2 You (Remix)

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I can't f*ck with you if you was known to be a thot
You was passed around that block and you was fucking with the the opps
We was creeping on they spot, cut the Glock it got red dot
And you know that he got ran down, put one up in his top
He ain't make it, he got it all in his head uh
Yeah, in his head, in his head uh
Uh, hit a all up in his head, call that head on
Now he wanna diss, but you know we got his head gone
Yeah, you know that bitch, she was fucking, yeah, she dead wrong
Then he dropped the diss and we slid and got his bell rung
Yeah, we need some napkins, we might mess around and spill some
You know that I'm her favorite artist, this her favorite drill song
I love that purple in my cup, yeah, it stay in my system
My gangstas stay thuggin' and you know that we gon' risk some
My lil shorty, they send out shots, yeah, for the team they never miss
He was dropping diss, up after diss, won't drop another diss
I been dropping hit up after hit, said, this another hit
I been wearing off white with my Louis V shoes on
Said that he gon' kill me, he ain't sliding, what's the move, huh
You always talking shit, but you ain't never got your move on
He said that he was killing shit, but he ain't never do none
Yeah, don't make me hit you with that Glock cause you got two sons
Try to play with me, we spin your block like that shit too fun
They call my big brother Kevin Gates cause he got two guns
Sipping on that purple in my cup, I need to slow down
Yeah, this shit getting boring, yeah, I need a different hoe now
You stay talking on my name, I think that you is fanned out
Caught you by your self oh I forgot we took your mans out
Let me cool it down a little bit for y'all
Being loyal to the hoes, that's against my laws
Yeah, telling on your bro, that's against the law
And you know that I'm, uh, uh, yeah
Promethazine in the codiene, got me leaning
Yeah, I got a Sprite, it's same color as the beam, yeah
Told you you missed out, you ain't on the winning team, yeah
You know that I dip out, I ain't never on the scene, yeah
Little bro was struggling, he was trying to serve the fiends, yeah
Wasn't serving them right, he was giving them the green, yeah
Ain't wanna make a mad, so he's serving to his BM
Now all the opps, yeah, they all up in his DM
He tryna feed everybody else, but ain't nobody feed him
He tryna peep everybody else, but ain't nobody peep him
He dropping all this music, just hoping the labels see him
And he been so loyal, he hoping his girlfriend keep him
Now I'm on the road to the riches, I put on a show
They call him the hood magician just cause he had wife to hoe
Talking on the net and dissing won't get y'all to come slide though
Yeah, we shot your brother and you know that y'all ain't come here foe
I can't f*ck with you if you was known to be a thot
You was passed around that block and you was fucking with the opps
We was creeping on they spot, cause this Glock it got red dot
And you know that he got ran down, put one up in his top
He ain't make it, he got hit all in his head uh, yeah
In his head, in his head uh
Hit him all up in his head, call that head on
Now he wanna diss, but you know we got his head gone

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