Letters (Explicit)-BabyTron

(Hokatiwi) Yeahh [Verse 1] This a letter to the money, dear moola, **** I love you Damn with my back against the wall I know I that can trust you I might take you out the stash and stack you just to hug you Still like the first time we met I get butterflies when I touch you This a letter to the Wock, I'ma drop you in a pop I'll drop you when it's cold, I'll drop you when it's hot No matter how much you cost me, I'll always have you around Quagen, Trisha can never be you and try to snatch the crown This a letter to the Za, gon' stuff you in a wood I be stressing, but it's cool, gon' puff you till I'm good When its me and you I'm on a different wave length They say you kill cells, but I think you get my brain straight This a letter to my Ex, I know you feel dumb Just a ordinary ***** with a regular life Hoping that your days go bad, like why would I tell you goodnight? Imagine fumbling BabyTron biggest L in your life This a letter to the Juggs, its time to move on In the booth or doing shows I found a new road, I hope you happy for me Hopefully when this **** over it's a happy story Look, this a letter to the haters, you don't get paid for it Two-hundred thousand likes you mad cause my pape scorching? They hit your ***** of off a stare you mad my face scorching? Nah, I think y'all really pissed cause y'all pape shortage This a letter to my Baby Scams, it ****ed me up that you ain't around to catch a jack It ****ed me up that you ain't around to catch a flight It ****ed me up that you ain't around to send a site If you was here I knew you would've shroomed up with me If you was here I know you'd go suit up with me If you was here you would've bust a new jugg with me You was on what I was on you would've went pull of a stunt with me This a letter to my Family, happy that y'all proud You know me and how I get I couldn't let y'all down I told y'all school wasn't the one for me Now I post a venue, thousand people they gon' come for me This a letter to the Gang, you know I got y'all Same Jimmy, same Tron before I popped off Every time we hit the stage, its time to rock out All that grinding but its time game, yeah we got now This a letter to my little yeah, you know what it is They can't **** with you, they can't **** with us Twenty thousand between both our fists no they can't stomach us You know that I **** with you, you up there with my double cups This a letter to the Fans, all the supporters I'ma reach the finish and keep running nothing shorter (nothing shorter) Don't forget without y'all, I wouldn't be nothing And keep cheering for me promise y'all ain't see nothing [Outro] (Yeah, ShittyBoyz, Dog **** Milita) (Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ayy) (They still can't **** with me, This **** is not changed, I don't think its gonna change, matter fact I know its not gonna ****ing change Whew, whew, whew)