Walzyy - Letter to the Game Lyrics

I'm so hot, bitches lookin' at me lookin' top notch
Quick drop off the bag and then we head to J-spot
Non stop, 911 porsche I got the top dropped
Quick cops do a runner, dump the car and hit the pot
See my flow nice
Some thottie asked me what's my dick price
See I don't think twice
I f*ck her fore' she blink twice
That's the shit that I be on
I f*ck her in that damn bed with my jewellery on
Then I tell her bring it back
And I don't take her to the club I'm ahead of that
I ain't f*cking with these pussies, that just talk and cap
Marinellis' asking me where my hunnids at
It's in the back of the range
Pull up on da strippers blow my money, throwing change
Shooter got connections that's my brodi Callum Lane
F*ck around with me and he gon' put that red dot to your brain
Shouting out my name, asking why I changed
I ain't f*cking with these snakes I put my head into the game
I opened up my eyes and I ain't seeing shit the same
All I see is people dying for that paper and that fame
I'm just talkin real shit
Wannabe gangsters wanna go jail for that drill shit
Free my brodie up he ain't do nothin' just some lil shit
I'm nice but if you test me homie walzyy got that kill switch
Nice house, nice block why you talking about that field shit
You ain't even got the balls to let that bullet kill shit
Walk around in groups and let 'em know, you gon' spill shit
And if you don't hit licks then homie you ain't on that real shit
That's bullshit
Couldn't give a f*ck about no hoe bitch
I'm on shit
Hunnid thousand dollars in my rolls bitch
The coke shit
Lanes grabbing the jubba with that long grip
We own it
Blackin' out da windows 'coz we stole it
The ocean, taking care of it now
I might pull up f*ck around and take your bitch now
My homies really countin' paper with the kids now
Walzyy baby really only making hits now
You ain't seen nobody like me, check the drip out
F*ck around with me and Bull will knock your teeth out
Hop up in the back and put them front seats down
Get on top and do your thing just like the street clown
Just like the street clown, you ain't even been round
I ain't coming from the streets but got that street sound
Puffin' on some big clouds, makin baby scream loud
You my baddie and I know that you be real proud