letter b4 da chair

aye bruh

we finna

we finna

we burning in this chair right now

this sound like that motherfucking death row shit

this sound like right when you finna hit the chair

ah

let us out

don't play here

no it's not a game bitch

this bitchmob killer with a motherfucking mad bitch

chopper on the side with the 8 package that for the action

i got eyes: two on my neck and two in the front

i watch you pussies

watch the streets

then i smoke a blunt

feel this real shit

i cosign myself because i live by the g-code

turn to the basedworld

ready for the new chapter

this like twisted metal

we ride around with the auto choppers

playing with the bitchmob

bitch you better call the doctor

seeing things long range

chop with the long aim

hit him 'cross the field like i was sitting at a ball game

you all fakes thugs

that's where they all came

i was in tough positions

i had to get my ass out

treat life like atm

i got to get my cash out

fuck the fast route

i pull - don't die with your pant's down

you bitch

pull your pants up

not nigga

keep them fucking down

the chopper hit him once

man he had no protection

matter of fact

keep it real man

cause i'm so respected

i don't know about you

but i keep going section

fuck your jewelry

man my life is a necklace

that was my letter before i take the chair

letter before the chair