(feat. Shyna) [singing] [Hook x2: Shyna] I'm writing, a letter I'm writing, writing a letter to my loved ones [Trae] Dear Dinkie, more it what happened
I got your kid my reputation still the same defintition of a hundred get a stage, and get a mic it's guarantee'd I'm a run it don't worry my nigga I stood
Hook] [Trae] For Ro, you know you number one in my book Everyday, I'ma hold it down Even though you locked up, for a hell of a time Ain't a day that
Stay away from me [x4] [Trae] Guerilla Maab, coming up out the gates It'd be best, to go and get out the way Running around, with a K and don't play
" by Jody Breeze] Go and cop a drop, sittin-sittin on some custom rims Go and cop a drop, sittin-sittin on some custom rims Go and cop a drop, sittin-
] [Trae] For Ro, you know you number one in my book Everyday, I'ma hold it down Even though you locked up, for a hell of a time Ain't a day that pass
m on lock down [Trae] How the fuck could they do it to my brother, busta judge got him locked in a cell Only means of communication, is a code through
South Click all in a mothafucker face I'm bout to put a nigga neck all in a brace I'm on my A-game mind on a paper chase playas like plex the glock is
