To Whom It May Concern - Plies

I’m off in jell like a trap

I want it all like now

These niggas hush and gabble

I got no pussy left

Think that lil bitch is a devil

I’m in a claw with a hound

That fellow felt like a pound

Life is a mother fucking gamble

Pull in the right invert

He might be right off for work

I want former former

I got the lil pussy first

You shamed you ain’t going to church

Playing with me get you hurt

I’m still in real loves no shirt

I get on that drink and I lurk

I’m fucking a model tonight

He may never shot me with no eye

If I cannot roll then I die

45 when he showed the price

I stay up the head of the rye

Ain’t talk at the bread and rye

And yo bitch ain’t ever do it again

Get ran over on a blood bye

Your money your money your money

Who the fuck you think I am a dummy

And any nigga who got a problem with me

Tell them nigga I said rotty

I got depressed on the scale

I love when pussy don’t smell

I do not shoot in the house

I wanna trap with ya

I want a Ford in the hood

I had to drop out with you

Three for the tenners and you

Look nigga don’t make me do it

In the games and let 'em do

All the dog you sell them to

It is embarrassed that you ever more

Got a dime and dazzle and jewel

Got a rap order me now

Got a quarter million right now

I’m going up bitch I live in the sky

All the things nigga gotta die

Not all my niggas can rap

But all my niggas can try

I put my stone above

All want the pussy above

I’m 'bout to vision the words

This city where I got a bag

I like to ball in cash

They asked what did it to me

I don’t like to argue with nigga

I’m late like I’m on a digger

You ain’t a white man you ain’t no hero

It’s minder when I’m in the building

Had a bigger verse than bitch I be own

If you don’t believe it then put on the song

You really fuck me the homie girl is home

I don’t give a fuck if I’m already on

What is my limit I don’t fucking know

My brains short for my money is long

I’m the reason you was a clone

You know gangsters ain’t loyal

Tone what the fuck is you saying you know I know

You fuck with the center you know I’m the fault

Laugh at my niggas when I’m on my own

My band they gon give me and overreport

I’m on the bitches when I hear the door

I threw this money you sit on the floor

You fuck her for money then you is a hoe

If I speak with you niggas don’t fuck what you know

I’m laughing at everyone counting me out

I don’t really know nigga come out the south

I want these niggas they playing the trout

How would you know what I’m talking about

When I’m really bored I’m popping the clutch

When I’m the club they drive me to cuss

When a miller went dead be lucky another

If you aren’t my niggas then you owe me nothing

I had a million dollars one million followers

I had a million dollars one million followers

I swear to god what I talk about

Fuck nigga I can force a problem

I had a million dollars one million followers

I had a million dollars one million followers

I swear to god what I talk about

Fuck nigga I can force a problem

To whom it may concern