Letter To Tracy lyrics

[Intro]
Aye
[?] sh*t, you know what the f*ck going on man, aye
[?] taking over 2020 man, you know what the f*ck going on man
We chasing our money in silent man
Y'all n*ggas b*tches
Y'all n*ggas be schooling to the jakes man
Y'all know what the f*ck going on man
Aye

[Verse]
I been sippin' drank 'cause it's these demons in my head
Pour a four and b*tch I’m leanin', all these feelings going dead
Still inside the f*ckin' trenches, slidin' where you lay your head
My n*ggas runnin' to that bread, no we cannot hear what you sayin'
Drippy said these hoes be runnin' when they smell a couple bands
f*ck 'em, cut 'еm off that's law, they bound to turn into some fans
n*ggas love to turn to leechеs when you lend them out a hand
So I just kick it by myself and we gon' ride until the end
Uncky told me watch your brothers now 'cause they might set you up
Then I told him they my brothers, they ain't switchin' for no buck
Word to mouth 'cause they be snitchin' now but I don't give a f*ck
When I'm on top they better not come around, G4 going f*ck 'em up
I was just with Moe, I'm tellin' him that I'm going be a star
Bussin' off them f*cking jiggas, I just might not see tomorrow
I don't know just what to think 'cause all these racks up in my loft
But I ain't kickin' it with sh*t, you know my kick-it ticket's gone
We was ridin' in that act, b*tch we bound to blow you back
f*ck informants we ain't snitchin' 'cause my n*ggas ain't no rats
And they a hoe and they be tellin', that boy spillin' all the facts
But who going be there when you broke and yea it's no one, that's a fact
Masi and it's dressed in black, it rip the streets, the tires scratch
Drippin' all this f*ckin' flavor, your b*tch callin' me a snack
Supa bussin' off this mid, I take your cap and peel it back
And no my n*ggas do not lack, in fact we might throw on that mask
Put some racks up on his head and give them killers easy tasks
b*tch when you down at the bottom better figure where you at
'Cause if it's me I'm getting out and you know I ain't looking back
So God if you give me the chance, I strive for first don't come in last
b*tch I'm runnin' to that bag, yea I'm going kinda fast
b*tch I'm smokin' on your homie and I swear this sh*t some gas
Through the cut and get him gone
You know my n*ggas do the dash
We do our dirt and never speak 'cause we ain't squealin' for no cash
Walkin' dolo b*tch I'm by myself, b*tch I be paranoid
Purple beams up on that Smitty, yea we like to play with toys
Get in my mood and turn my savage up, b*tch I keep cannons tucked
We give a f*ck but like a clover, hit your head you outta luck, you better duck
When them semis bust, oh you gon' get enough
Wait I capped, he didn't get enough, aye JB f*ck him up
They would've did that sh*t to me but it’s so bad I wrapped ‘em up
We clapped ‘em up and I go bag ‘em up, that boy done had enough
I been betrayed but it ain’t no use in crying, I just go chase the cheese
Me and [?] we rollin’ out the pound, damn I can’t f*cking breathe
See loyalty is what y’all slippin’ on but y’all can’t f*ckin’ see
But it’s okay I count my money, no I do not gotta speak
Slept in the cold, endured some pain but that’s what made a n*gga me
Late nights roamin’ on that block and yea we right up on the T
Serving sh*t you couldn’t handle but you know we had to eat
That choppa sittin’ in the truck, you wanna tweak, we spark the V
I feel all this sh*t inside
Take this little b*tch for a ride
She said you ain’t doing good enough so she gon' let me slide
But I don’t want her that b*tch average
You just know I chase the cabbage
.30 yea I tote the ratchet
Yea we shootin’ like the Mavericks
Take that money rubber-band it
In my hood b*tch I’m a bandit
Yea we take them bands and flip it
.40’s yea they get to fannin’
I guess the gang slid
Dip off in Durango’s, yea you know that we be slidin’
f*ck what your mans did
I can have a killer take him out 'cause b*tch we savage
'Cause b*tch we savage
And we be slidin’
Yea you know my n*ggas ridin’
Keep on tweakin’ get to clappin’