Letter 2 Kickdør

These pussies talking down on me, these bitches think I'm awesome
Bitches getting fucked after the shows, I never call 'em
Pistols, know I pop 'em
Shows, you know I rock 'em
Bitch, what you talking for? Let's get it poppin
Put a price on a nigga head like an auction
I don't wanna fuck my bitch friends, like that's an option
Mafia, got shit, this money what I'm talkin'
I just told my [?] swing that door just like I taught em
I just opened up a mothafuckin' love letter
It was from Kickdor, [?] down a road and it got wet up
They should've left my brother alone, they should've known he was a stepper
He said "I'll love you forever", I said "Nigga I'll never forget ya"
And if they gave you a button, then brotha you woulda been out here with us
And when you come back home, we going back to robbing these niggas
Cause when I [?] you again, Ima be up the [?]
Everything I do is for the [?] and my {?}
Bitch, you know I'm like that

[to be finished]