Love Letters lyrics

[Hook]
…a spell on that b*tch just for fun
I'm in the Underworld, n*gga, smoking on Runtz
I'll beat your ass, n*gga, I don't need a gun (b*tch)
You run with my drip, n*gga, you is my son (What?)
I knew I was tweaking thinking you the one (Huh)
Playing both sides, b*tch, you a dub
Crying blood tears, fell in my cup (Yeah)
Conjure up a demon, pop out the cut (What?)
Take a n*gga soul, eat that sh*t for lunch
Reptilian Club pulling up with Crunch
Tryna be up for falling in love (What?)
I pull up with slatt, he keep UZIs tucked (Slatt)
Pretty Boy Goon, no shirt with the tats (Yeah)
And I'm pulling up with Shane, mixing blood with the Act'
Your b*tch on my di*k and she look like a brat (Yeah)
If I cast a love spell you won't get your b*tch back (Yeah, yeah)

[Intro]
Damn, damn
Vampire Gang, b*tch (Blood, darkness)
Slatt (Come unto me)
Ah, ah, ah, slatt, go (Heaven or Hell, let's rock)

[Chorus]
In the lab cooking up just like I'm Dexter
I'ma cast a love spell, break your b*tch off a Tesla
I'm f*cking your b*tch, n*gga, and I just met her (What?)
f*cking with Shane, now there's holes in his sweater (Bow)
I came with the drip, n*gga, changing the weather (Yeah)
These n*ggas sneak dissing at home, they writing love letters
I cast a love spell on that b*tch just for fun
I'm in the Underworld, n*gga, smoking on Runtz
I'll beat your ass, n*gga, I don't need a gun (b*tch)
You run with my drip, n*gga, you is my son (What?)
I knew I was tweaking thinking you the one (Huh)
Playing both sides, b*tch, you a dub
Crying blood tears, fell in my cup (Yeah)
Conjure up a demon, pop out the cut (What?)
[Verse]
Take a n*gga soul, eat that sh*t for lunch
Reptilian Club pulling up with Crunch
Tryna be up for falling in love (What?)
I pull up with slatt, he keep UZIs tucked (Slatt)
Pretty Boy Goon, no shirt with the tats (Yeah)
And I'm pulling up with Shane, mixing blood with the Act'
Your b*tch on my di*k and she look like a brat (Yeah)
If I cast a love spell you won't get your b*tch back (Yeah, yeah)
In some tiny ass jeans, can't even tuck the MAC
Pouring up Act', shooting off the back

[Chorus]
In the lab cooking up just like I'm Dexter
I'ma cast a love spell, break your b*tch off a Tesla
I'm f*cking your b*tch, n*gga, and I just met her
f*cking with Shane, now there's holes in his sweater
I came with the drip, n*gga, changing the weather
These n*ggas sneak dissing at home, they writing love letters
I cast a love spell on that b*tch just for fun
I'm in the Underworld, n*gga, smoking on Runtz (b*tch)
I'll beat your ass, n*gga, I don't need a gun
You run with my drip, n*gga, you is my son
I knew I was tweaking thinking you the one
Playing both sides, b*tch, you a dub (Damn)
Crying blood tears, fell in my cup (Damn)
Conjure up a demon, pop out the cut (Damn)
[Outro]
b*tch
(There's no turning back)