Luv Letters

[Chorus]
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I’m callin’ Dee up on his jail phone
Like wassam brudda, how you been man?
Still sayin’ free my bruh out the can
Hella racks, rubber band man
Sticks got sticks on sticks got blicks
AMG too fast, where the fuck we went?
And his stupid ass, dumb ass died off fent
She pulled up now, now she tryna get bent
We gon’ jack his V, what whip he in?
Pints on pints, I’m a leanman
43X got him leanin’
I poured that drank, I’m fiendin’
Say you love me, do you mean it?
We t’d off Casamigos
Whip fast like where he go?
Wrists be on Sub Zero
I don’t play no games about my cheddar
I need that breach
She gon’ take my soul if I let her
She told me please
She write me cursive love letters
She so unique
She wanna leave, no I can’t let her
Can’t let you leave
We got them bottles now we up
And we so geeked
On a late night weekend we t up
Twin she wit’ me
2 AM she hit me up
She lean on me
Obsessed wit' me, I tore her up
Man, she so geeked

[Verse]
I look my brudda right up in his eyes
If you play wit' me he gon' kill you
I just rolled up, I'm oh so high
Just popped that bean
Just pop that roxy, bitch I can't breathe
Just pour that douse up
Ain't sippin' green
Like baby hold up, lemme roll this weed
Like bae let's smoke up, let's get so geeked
Double C, LV my feet
Walk around and I got my G
Hella meds, I need 'em to sleep
I just poured that douse, I'm tweaked
Me and my stick ride dolo, basically just me
I got the game in a muhfuckin' chokehold
No time to sleep
It's me and myself, I don't need no huddle

[Chorus]
I’m callin’ Dee up on his jail phone
Like wassam brudda, how you been man?
Still sayin’ free my bruh out the can
Hella racks, rubber band man
Sticks got sticks on sticks got blicks
AMG too fast, where the fuck we went?
And his stupid ass, dumb ass died off fent
She pulled up now, now she tryna get bent
We gon’ jack his V, what whip he in?
Pints on pints, I’m a leanman
43X got him leanin’
I poured that drank, I’m fiendin’
Say you love me, do you mean it?
We t’d off Casamigos
Whip fast like where he go?
Wrists be on Sub Zero
I don’t play no games about my cheddar
I need that breach
She gon’ take my soul if I let her
She told me please
She write me cursive love letters
She so unique
She wanna leave, no I can’t let her
Can’t let you leave
We got them bottles now we up
And we so geeked
On a late night weekend we t up
Twin she wit’ me
2 AM she hit me up
She lean on me
Obsessed wit' me, I tore her up
Man, she so geeked