Dear Mortician

Aye

(Aye YLF Turn it up!)

These Niggas Be Scared for real

These Niggas get on the net

An don’t even know it’s up though

I’m a rich nigga for real
How ever this shit turn out

I’m on the 7 tray shit!

Aye

I Grab a glizzy, gotta lurk
Cause it’s survival of the fittest
First lit one out my city, got lit
And still spinning

First nigga with a chance to get
Us up outta these Trenches
But my chances still slim
I’m tryna bust one of these niggas

They speaking on lil Tray?
Can’t wait to flesh one of these niggas
I put this shit on Bake, this Shit get Hot
This Choppa peal Shit

I got this shit on lock
Bitch I’m on firе, come hit the kill switch
Still slanging that fire
I’m in thе hood, But bitch I’m still rich

Still Him, still uppin that raaaw raaww
Ima kill him
Speaking on seven three but lil bitch
You Ain’t now he’s still here!
Put shit in the sky
Cause I say fuck all of them thug tears

(Aye Nigga Fuck all that shit, Nigga fuck what you stand for)

Put out a diss, That Nigga missed
Ain’t got no money for the war with us
It’s up with us
If we catch him out
Just know we scuffing Em

We touch Em up
These niggas pussy
Yea we rough Em up
Can’t fuck with Us
They been around
They know what’s up with us

We see the Opp Nigga been clicking up
We ain’t squashing nun
We see an Opp Nigga we drop em
Watch we Hit Em up
Brent right with Me
You know he quick to bust

I hit up Tana like
“wan joking, these Niggas know Thirty-eight hundred of Us”
I hit my Wok like we ain’t stunting nun
I give my choppa to my 9ine
His Head Red, He tryna slaughter sum

I hit nire we caught him simi lackin
Back to eight teen and twenty three
We miss a Target? Yea we spinning back

I Grab a glizzy, gotta lurk
Cause it’s survival of the fittest
First lit one out my city, got lit
And still spinning

First nigga with a chance to get
Us up outta these Trenches
But my chances still slim
I’m tryna bust one of these niggas

They speaking on lil Tray?
Can’t wait to flesh one of these niggas
I put this shit on Bake, this Shit get Hot
This Choppa peal Shit

I got this shit on lock
I’m on fire, come hit the kill switch
Still slanging that fire
I’m in the hood, But bitch I’m still rich

Still Him, still uppin that raaaw raaww
Ima kill him
Speaking on seven three but lil bitch
You Ain’t now he’s still here!
Put shit in the sky
Cause I say fuck all of them thug tears

(Aye Nigga Fuck all that shit, Nigga fuck what you stand for)

These Niggas pussy Man
These Niggas get on the Net
An these Niggas got no Money
No Bills, No Nun
NO GANGSTA Ambition, none of that!
No Hustle Ambition
Nun Man

Y’all Niggas Scared