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Sincerely Yours

 

Sincerely Yours

(album: HH5 - 2022)


Ayy
(Icey, I'm so sick of you)
Yeah

Said that road a lil' bit longer when you driving on it
Think that corner might get cold, then we put bodies on it
Told him I'm tryna rob his cousin, he got 'zotic, don't it?
Stay to himself, he act just like he on an island, don't it?
Bitch, fuck your pussy, I wouldn't want it
Bitch, see these pointers, point at murder case, you know I'll fold it
My lawyer was court-appointed
1080, no, you can't join it
He wanna catch one every morning
Tell a nigga chill, he still be on it
I don't think he took his pills this morning
Get his face carved out, bitch say she got dogged out, uh
He couldn't make it tryna take it, he do fraud now
Tryna take you to it, soon as they give him bond, he bond out
Telling me 'bout the sweep, know you happy as hell you calmed down
Nigga, I came from shit, load the cartridge, let the window down
Better hop out on feet, nigga, we might catch him if we spin back 'round
He could die 'bout his tweets, catch that body and shut my Insta' down
When it get cold, they looking around here for C4, waiting on a blitz from Big Backdoor
I don't never start none of these beefs and shit
You piece of shit
I was using a finisher to load my blick, had to close the door on my kid
Can't see what daddy doing, he peeping in
Clean up, call mine in
Mop up blood and chop off legs and shins
Arms and fingers and hands
I seen these niggas tryna Alpo me
I peeped 'fore it got too deep
Nigga get wrapped up in white fucking sheets, t-shirts R.I.P
Nigga got the headlights off, come down your street
My brother know he inherit my beef
Vampire fangs on the .223
I was high-speeding from the P-I-Gs
When it get dark and cold, it's some shit you ain't saw before
And ain't no beef if that boy broke
Say, "Big Backdoor, I found some doors"
He a pumpkin with no nose
I done dumped a thousand loads
I done dumped a thousand hoes
Change my clothes like fashion shows
Some shit be fast, the pain, it's always painful and it's slow
And see, this shit not entertainment, too many demons changed the show
Ayy, nigga, try Backdoor on stage, I'll have the demons flame the show
Ayy, Happy Halloween 5, sincerely yours, it's Big C4

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