In Loving Memory

(album: Letter 2 My Gang - 2021)

(It's a Wayne beat)
I do
You know it
(Is this K Dinero?)
Brrt, baow
(It's a Helluva beat, baby)
I am

My blood cousin gon' fill it, play with Grimeyy, must forgot we cripping (For real)
Banana, buns, and biscuits, ride with fifties when we in your city (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
No security with me, up this glizzy, it take care of business (I am)
Thought we was done spinning, double back, now he in loving memory (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Why you rap 'bout killing? Bitch, 'cause that's the way I'm fucking living (I do)
Why you screaming, "Fuck 'em"? Bitch, cause that's the way I'm fucking feeling (You know it)
Did you grill his homie? Nope, DeePee was cooking in the kitchen (Brrt, baow)
Dip this clip in honey, it's a hundred, hit these bitches sticky (Come here)

Niggas say it ain't no beef, but throwing slick shots everyday (Bitch-ass)
I'm 62, bitch, I'm GDK, cracking fours, and I'm slamming rakes (Baow)
When I buck, shots hella stuck to him, his mailbox, and his gate (Boom, boom, boom)
Want me to trade my fully switch, it got me that just for the eight (Gang)
He tried to run, he overdone, I cooked him with this beam (Come here)
I pulled up on a dub like world of trap, heard he say he smoke Neem (Where he at?)
My money talk from serving Chris Tucker and serving Charlie Sheen
Got on his bumper, caught him walking, he forgot his Swisher Sweets
Nigga shooting, ain't get a dollar, boy, change your name to No Gwala
Playing with your nose, ain't a Bugatti, change your name to Impala
Headshot when we spot him, legs locked when we drop him
Niggas was sapping when JD died, but I heard saying they shot him
Green or red dot, I got options (I do)
I can Drac' 'em or can Glock 'em (Brrt, baow)
Niggas played out, I hawked 'em
Dawg tried to play possum, still robbed him (I did)
Don't bother me, won't play no games with you (At all)
I ain't got nothing to say to you (I won't)
I got a plate, gang ate it too (Gang)
Insane twos ADW (Gang)

My blood cousin gon' fill it, play with Grimeyy, must forgot we cripping (For real)
Banana, buns, and biscuits, ride with fifties when we in your city (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
No security with me, up this glizzy, it take care of business (I am)
Thought we was done spinning, double back, now he in loving memory (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Why you rap 'bout killing? Bitch, 'cause that's the way I'm fucking living (I do)
Why you screaming, "Fuck 'em"? Bitch, cause that's the way I'm fucking feeling (You know it)
Did you grill his homie? Nope, DeePee was cooking in the kitchen (Brrt, baow)
Dip this clip in honey, it's a hundred, hit these bitches sticky (Come here)

Why you steady cracking twos? Just tell the truth, we took your thumper
I'll double cross my cousin 'bout this shit that's on my stomach (30)
NCL like NBA, this shit the playoffs in the summer (Damn)
Truth be told, I hit they block with thirty plus and had 'em running (Come here)
Pistol keep that RKO, I'm still a stone cold stunner
And fuck my ex, I cut her off, that bitch a stone cold runner (Ew)
Three niggas dissed me, now they dead, I call them dumb, dumb, and dumber
Twenty-four in DeePee Glock, he sliming shit out like a mamba
Pay your bills, get a job, stay out the booth, and quit the rapping (What?)
Why you kill? Who you scribe? Who you shoot? Bitch, quit the capping
When they performing, we gon' pull up to they show and get to clapping
Catch a flight out to Kentucky just to duck off in the cabin
If you a rat, that shit ain't valid, all that street shit turn to ashes (Bitch-ass)
Caught him walking out of Niemann's, risked his life just for some fashion
Murdaa creep right from the side and put that forty to his glasses (Hahaha)
Ain't see it coming, got to thumping, left that pussy nigga gasping

My blood cousin gon' fill it, play with Grimeyy, must forgot we cripping (For real)
Banana, buns, and biscuits, ride with fifties when we in your city (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
No security with me, up this glizzy, it take care of business (I am)
Thought we was done spinning, double back, now he in loving memory (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Why you rap 'bout killing? Bitch, 'cause that's the way I'm fucking living (I do)
Why you screaming, "Fuck 'em"? Bitch, cause that's the way I'm fucking feeling (You know it)
Did you grill his homie? Nope, DeePee was cooking in the kitchen (Brrt, baow)
Dip this clip in honey, it's a hundred, hit these bitches sticky (Come here)