Letters Xhulooo

(I'm working on dying)
(BNYX)

[Chorus]
K finna hit 'em, ain't talkin' no letters
You don't make money, you need to do better (Better)
She say I'm hot like a pepper (Xhulooo you ready? Come on)
Ice on my neck and it's changing the weather
Why you keep hating you not getting cheddar
Gucci my shoes, I got Louis my sweater
That boy a bum, yea, I know he a beggar
They stealing sauce, but I put it together

Go head and hop in the coupe (Coupe)
Pull up and shoot out the roof (Brrr)
Pull up we aiming at you
My diamonds wet like a pool
Good gas smokin' on boof
You bettеr tell me the truth
Feel likе the King of the Youth
'Cause they steady watching my moves

[Verse]
I feel like Bino got Whole Lotta racks (A lot of them)
I heard your gang is a whole lotta rats (A lot of that)
If he play then we gon' put a hole in his back
How you gon' hate, you don't know me, at that (How you gon' hate?)
Ran up and all that boy seen was a bat
I took a trip to LA with my slatt
Just bought a beamer, but I want a scat
If i keep it 100 your music is wack