Letter To My Big Bro Young Bull (Ft. OTM)

[Intro]
(Stuntman)
(Ron-Ron, do that shit)

[Chorus: Young Bull]
Letter to my big bro, Lord knows a nigga miss you
Load up them K's, nigga, we ain't grabbin' tissues
Late nights and early mornings, we was thuggin' on the block
Thirty second nae on me, niggas run up, they get shot
Letter to my big bro, Lord knows a nigga miss you
Load up them K's, nigga, we ain't grabbin' tissues
Late nights and early mornings, we was thuggin' on the block
Thirty second nae on me, niggas run up, they get shot

[Verse 1: Young Bull]
Mix the Hi-Tech Red in the cream and the Fanta
Yeah, we call it swamp water
Poured off a four, abusin' drugs, I got a problem
Big bank buddha, Mr. Foreign Whip Crasher
Gone in sixty seconds, on the road, Willie Nelson
Flu flam the bitch, she ain't bringin' in my payment
Thuggin' in the county with the gang, kept it stitched lip
Three years down, came home, kept it solid
Silly Billy, ice chilly with my jewels dancin'
Chili baba Mei Ling, had to flu flam her
Niggas speakin' on your name and he gettin' torched
Shut a nigga block down with this AR
Rolls-Royce Dawn, niggas wasn't fuckin' with you
Fresh out, makin' millions, how he do it to 'em?
Too Greedy Stinc Team, you forever with me
We know the truth, it's undisputed