LETTER 5

This shit make me feel like— (I love this shit slow, love this shit slow)
Like I'm back in 20-2012 or somethin' (If I don't take more, I'm finna take off)

I got out my feelings, but I'm like feelin' up, like, where my stripper bitches in the city?
I'm here for the night and I'm booted, I might spill my cup
Just did a show in the city, like I ain't kill that, huh?
The flight change, niggas went and got business, bruh
Fuck around and OD in some millions, huh?
You can't smoke my blunt, can't fuck my bitch
Can't tote my gun, can't blast my stick, that's all
Instead of playin' open (Woah)
We ain't passin' to these niggas 'cause these niggas ain't open
My flex, white tee, white jеans, white coat (Coat)
Left foot, right foot, just step, lеt's go (Let's go)
Let's go, outside, smoke
Military weapons, bitch, we movin' like the Pope (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
And I don't give a fuck, he could book my shows
Set the city on fire, am I really that cold? (Cold)
Who them young niggas rockin' all Ed Hardy? (Huh?)
Letter 5 t-shirts, got it (Lil' bitch, lil' bitch)
Do them niggas way too snotty
I been Michael Jordan, lil' bitch, I ain't Scotty (Huh, huh)
Or Pippen or Brady, I don't need assistance (Woah, woah)
This shit I be doin' too hard and expensive (Woah, woah)
And, oh, yeah, lil' bitch, I ain't losin' my bitch (Woah, woah)
If you wanna stare, you can take you a pic'
Bitch, I may ride in the clutch, and then motherfuckin' blitz it (Blitz, blitz, blitz, blitz)
You wanna find where you lay, we the United Nations, just take you a pick
Lil' bitch, on my grandmother's kids, I'm on my way

So tired, complainin' (Woo)
I'm on fire, don't lie to me
'Cause you treat me like nobody
The truth hurts, don't lie to me
So tired, complainin' (Woo)
I'm on fire, don't lie to me
'Cause you treat me like nobody
The truth hurts, don't lie to me (Woo)

4 A.M., uh
Almost 4 A.M. and I'm faded (Woo, woo, woo)
It's so far
It ain't too bad
But it's all bad
You away from me
4 A.M., uh
Almost 4 A.M. and I'm faded (Woo, woo, woo)
It's so far
It ain't too bad
But it's all bad
I'm on my way

So tired, complainin' (Woo)
I'm on fire, don't lie to me
'Cause you treat me like nobody
The truth hurts, don't lie to me
So tired, complainin' (Woo)
I'm on fire, don't lie to me
'Cause you treat me like nobody
The truth hurts, don't lie to me (Woo)

Can't smoke my blunt, can't fuck my bitch
Can't tote my gun, can't blast my stick, nope
Can't tote my gun, can't blast my stick, that's all (Woo)
Can't tote that iron for me
Woo



Credits
Writer(s): Brody Fallon, Daijon Davis, Joshua Thomas Mason, Josue Lustre, Matthew T. Wiggers, Sam Phillips, Steven Shaeffer
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