Letter to Blo
Pablo hope you get this letter Ima end it with sincerely
But first to start it off Ima begin it with a dearly
Swear to God since you left me bro my eyes been real teary
Everybody 'round when you died, looked up nobody heary
Now I spit my pain on all these tracks
Can you hear me
I ain't tryna be the toughest nigga you ain't gotta fear me
Gotta watch out for the fakes because they don't be actin' peery
I keep bro right by my side
I swear to God you won't get near me
I got plans to be the man
Pe$o tryna run the city
Pablo died claimin' dog
Pardon me I mean the bity
From the land of snakes and rats
Yea they do you real gritty
Niggas dyin, mamas cryin'
Nothin' new it ain't no pity
Homicides, traffic slides
You niggas livin' real risky
Wanna have that old money
In the billions like I'm Diddy
Got yo lil bitch bend her over
And she say G Peso frisk me
When I leave her then she miss me
And she bet not try to kiss me
Got dreams of Richard rockin'
Hold my fist up call it wristy
Got a toilet full of jewels
Yellow diamonds got 'em pissy
Just like JayDaYoungan
If you cross the line you make the listy
The snakes I know they hissy
Make me wanna lose control
Like I'm rollin' round wit Missy
Elliot
Shout out to D'Elliot
He the one who put me on the whole Herbo thing
Spittin' verbs, switchin' schemes
It's kool-aid in my cup so you can miss me with the lean
And like I'm Polo G
Ima put on for my team
You gon see us slidin' foreign in them spaceship lookin' Beams
We gon cause a fuckin' scene
But in private correct ya mans so he can know just what you mean
Ain't no reason to lie nahh man I'm just keepin' it a bean
Pot heads only over here we serve the motherfuckin' feins
Addicted to the green we gon get it by any means
I been this way before a teen
I'm like Meek and all my dawgs yea we be chasing after dreams
Cash rules my whole life
Yea I revolve around the cream
I get a fuckin' rush when I do the money touch
Gotta watch out for yo dawg
Everything ain't what it seems
And yo bitch lookin' lush she gonna go it don't take much
I damn near broke that lil bitch spleen
Passed yo thottie to the team
First I told yo bitch to hush
Then I hit her wit the clutch
And if you wanna fight about it nigga we can knuckle up
Brodie got the rocket on him nigga betta buckle up
Pablo died it hurt my gut so now lil Peso turnin' up
Yall gon hear me on the radio and all up in the club
And if you come from Raleigh I just hope you show a lil love
Cuz my heart in this song and my trust in the man above
Pablo hope you get this letter Ima end it with sincerely
But first to start it off Ima begin it with a dearly
Swear to God since you left me bro my eyes been real teary
Everybody 'round when you died, looked up nobody heary
Now I spit my pain on all these tracks
Can you hear me
I ain't tryna be the toughest nigga you ain't gotta fear me
Gotta watch out for the fakes because they don't be actin' peery
I keep bro right by my side
I swear to God you won't get near me
But first to start it off Ima begin it with a dearly
Swear to God since you left me bro my eyes been real teary
Everybody 'round when you died, looked up nobody heary
Now I spit my pain on all these tracks
Can you hear me
I ain't tryna be the toughest nigga you ain't gotta fear me
Gotta watch out for the fakes because they don't be actin' peery
I keep bro right by my side
I swear to God you won't get near me
I got plans to be the man
Pe$o tryna run the city
Pablo died claimin' dog
Pardon me I mean the bity
From the land of snakes and rats
Yea they do you real gritty
Niggas dyin, mamas cryin'
Nothin' new it ain't no pity
Homicides, traffic slides
You niggas livin' real risky
Wanna have that old money
In the billions like I'm Diddy
Got yo lil bitch bend her over
And she say G Peso frisk me
When I leave her then she miss me
And she bet not try to kiss me
Got dreams of Richard rockin'
Hold my fist up call it wristy
Got a toilet full of jewels
Yellow diamonds got 'em pissy
Just like JayDaYoungan
If you cross the line you make the listy
The snakes I know they hissy
Make me wanna lose control
Like I'm rollin' round wit Missy
Elliot
Shout out to D'Elliot
He the one who put me on the whole Herbo thing
Spittin' verbs, switchin' schemes
It's kool-aid in my cup so you can miss me with the lean
And like I'm Polo G
Ima put on for my team
You gon see us slidin' foreign in them spaceship lookin' Beams
We gon cause a fuckin' scene
But in private correct ya mans so he can know just what you mean
Ain't no reason to lie nahh man I'm just keepin' it a bean
Pot heads only over here we serve the motherfuckin' feins
Addicted to the green we gon get it by any means
I been this way before a teen
I'm like Meek and all my dawgs yea we be chasing after dreams
Cash rules my whole life
Yea I revolve around the cream
I get a fuckin' rush when I do the money touch
Gotta watch out for yo dawg
Everything ain't what it seems
And yo bitch lookin' lush she gonna go it don't take much
I damn near broke that lil bitch spleen
Passed yo thottie to the team
First I told yo bitch to hush
Then I hit her wit the clutch
And if you wanna fight about it nigga we can knuckle up
Brodie got the rocket on him nigga betta buckle up
Pablo died it hurt my gut so now lil Peso turnin' up
Yall gon hear me on the radio and all up in the club
And if you come from Raleigh I just hope you show a lil love
Cuz my heart in this song and my trust in the man above
Pablo hope you get this letter Ima end it with sincerely
But first to start it off Ima begin it with a dearly
Swear to God since you left me bro my eyes been real teary
Everybody 'round when you died, looked up nobody heary
Now I spit my pain on all these tracks
Can you hear me
I ain't tryna be the toughest nigga you ain't gotta fear me
Gotta watch out for the fakes because they don't be actin' peery
I keep bro right by my side
I swear to God you won't get near me
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Writer(s): Keonte’ Bradley
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