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, **** 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 **** 'cause these **** ain't open

My flex, white tee, white jeans, white coat (Coat)

Left foot, right foot, just step, let'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 **** rockin' all Ed Hardy? (Huh?)

Letter 5 t-shirts, got it (Lil' bitch, lil' bitch)

Do them **** 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', I'm on fire, don't lie to me

'Cause you treat me like nobody, the truth hurts when you lie to me

So tired, complainin', I'm on fire, don't lie to me

'Cause you treat me like nobody, the truth hurts when you lie to me

4 A.M., uh, almost 4 A.M. and I'm faded (Woo, woo, woo)

And so far, it ain't too bad, but it's all bad, you away from me

4 A.M. (Woah), uh, almost 4 A.M. and I'm faded (Yeah)

And 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 when you 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 when you lie to me (Woo)

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