Letter From Vegas

Lyrics

[Intro] Huh (Getta Beats) The big Whoop, nigga Ayy, I'ma tell you like this Stop this bitch when I'm lyin' Huh Woop [Verse] I know these streets ain't got no love for me, but I still love 'em I know these bitches ain't no good for me, but I still fuck 'em I know they ain't gon' look out like I looked out, but I still blessed 'em Bad bitch poured her heart out to me and I still left her I got some niggas that I love to death, but I can't fuck with 'em Niggas mad 'cause I ain't sittin' still, I'm playin' stucka with 'em Got off my ass, put some work in, nobody gave me shit Nobody gave me nothin', hit the road and went and madе me somethin' I want two bricks, I know that shit gon' cost me еighty-somethin' We speak in code, he say my bitch in labor, that mean them babies comin' He told me never try to blow your bag, you gotta save the money Never let the money make you, you gotta make the money Moved out the way to clear my head, I had to tighten up Diamonds on my neck VVS, you see 'em lightin' up Spent a couple thousand for the fit just to lounge around Put a thick bitch in the ring, go pound for pound All I wanna do is run it up and run it up again I remember times I blew it all and got it back again I think it's time to do the Bentley truck 'cause I done did the Benz Pull that motherfucker through the hood, come up on Exit 10 Shh, we on the tropes with it Let Rich get the yop, he do the most with it Jump out with my shirt off, passin' out hugs Lil' kids runnin' up on me, I'm passin' out dubs Get on my bad side, I turn into the bad guy I sent blitz, I get niggas hits and I don't ask why You from the Eastside? My niggas from that way too So play stu', I'll have them niggas smoke you like some K2 It's the big whoo, yeah, I started that I'm the type to fuck a cold bitch and never call her back Bossman, throw a bag at you, I'm the quarterback Never go against the family, we go to war for that Bitches tryna throw the pussy at me, I don't even want it 'Bout to put a nigga in the blender, he don't even know it Ran up on a white, had the pole and he ain't even blow it Nigga run up on me while I got it, I'ma hit his ass Ten milli might flip his ass I almost lost control of the 'Cat when I hit the gas You could feel the ground shakin' when I fly past Thirty thousand on me, I got thigh pads Get a nigga dropped for a low number I had niggas spin the blocks for the whole summer These niggas Adam22s, they got no jumper They've been waitin' on me to drop, I made the streets suffer [Outro] Huh, yeah