Luv Letters

Lyrics

[Chorus] (Exqzt) 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