Lil Cashflow M.C. Clean – Letter to My Fans

Lil Cashflow M.C. Clean – Letter to My Fans Lyrics

Artist: Lil Cashflow M.C. Clean
Song: Letter to My Fans

Yeah, i’ll be gone till november
Last song right here
For real
Rockin my filas till they almost dicked in

Mans dissin’ me, i don’t do no f#ckin friends
Me and my n#gg#s gang till the end
You know they’ll hate when i buy a f#ckin benz
Pipe it up, talkin dirty on the face time

Don’t give me your heart, but you can take mine
I don’t choice but to go and make rhymes
Hollow tips will hit his face in the day time
Pipe it up, talkin dirty on the face time

Don’t give me your heart, but you can takе mine
I don’t choice but to go and make rhymеs
Hollow tips will hit his face in the day time
Trappin, i was bread-chasin’

Problems got me med takin’
These percs got my head racin’
Ain’t spedin’, i’m just pacin’
No word i just kill

I tired of taking pills
Ptsd give me chills
Too much work just to get a deal
Pipe it up, talkin dirty on the face time

Don’t give me your heart, but you can take mine
I don’t choice but to go and make rhymes
Hollow tips will hit his face in the day time
Late at night, up sippin on hennessy

Sittin’ thinking ’bout how you get the best of me
I know your love was like my ecstasy
R.i.p. to ky, i still have all the memories
Pipe it up, talkin dirty on the face time

Don’t give me your heart, but you can take mine
I don’t choice but to go and make rhymes
Hollow tips will hit his face in the day time
Pipe it up, body bags we zip ’em up

5 shots and tell him duck
We got beef and chop it up
I got a lot work, a lot of sh#t
Hella bricks and hella sticks

f#cked up, i was chasin’ chicks
Pipe it up, talkin dirty on the face time
Don’t give me your heart, but you can take mine
I don’t choice but to go and make rhymes

Hollow tips will hit his face in the day time
Yeah, cashflow on the track
Gang, gang
Yeah

When i pull up with the gang
Young n#gg#, he goin’ insane
Got negative thoughts goin’ into my brain
When i pull on n#gg#, i pull up and aim

Flowin so fast, i’m moving this sh#t like a dash
Pass me a blunt and count up this cash
Walk in the hallways, always got me a pass
Ain’t no lackin’ when it comes to lil cash

f#ck on a stripper, throw the money cause she know she a raw b#tch
Hidin’ my face cause these white girls scream my name out like it’s a moshpit
Flyin the hellcat on the highway, my gun’s in the cockpit
Better take off them shoes before you step on my carpet

I be with some real killers
Some street rats and drug dealers
My homie act like a plug n#gg#
That’s always been my blood n#gg#

Checkin my views, checkin my comments and checkin all of the likes
Remember the times, depressed, stuck in
My room, ready to take my life
Suicide, i turned to the knife

Daykota, to be honest you save my life
Always to my momma “i’ma live right”
She left me, ain’t no promises bein’ kept tonight
I need medical, almost died of an edible

Pass that sh#t like it’s a lateral
I’m just too incompatible
Shit, just pass me the adderall (yeah)
This goes out to all my fans out there

This bout to be my last song right here
I love ya’ll for real, i’ll be gone till november sh#t, yeah, let’s get it
Young azrael sh#t, i’ma pull up with a clip and i’m lettin’ it hit
Young azrael sh#t, choppa, hella bullets left in the clip

I am the sh#t, i am ghost
Let off 3 shots, before he reach for his pole
They copy my style, they copy my flow
Hbd you already know

That’s just how it go, she like me cause i rap like von and i rap like durk
I f#ck with youngboy really, but i got hella respect for shmurk
I be up in the p, like i was meek
Stayed up on the block, north 20th street

Drills, drive-bys, he got shot in his teeth
Yeah. that sh#t was for free
Free lil packyy, that’s my n#gg#, i remember when we was little kids
Bad #ss sh#t, i bet all them teachers remember the sh#t that i did

I was a lion, i was a leader who was meant to fight
I’m cocky as sh#t, i bark like a dog, but i still have a deadly #ss bite
My anger sparks like a flame, that n#gg# kenny tried to ignite
Left him on the black top, bleedin’ out, beggin’ and cryin’ for his life

Cross me once, he won’t cross me again
Step on your block and kill all of your friends
Purgin’, killin’, we gang to the end
Antisocial, suicidal, i have no f#ckin friends

Gone till november
For real, gang gang
Gang, gang gang
Uh, uh

I step on the kkk, like f#ck them n#gg#s, them n#gg#s is b#tches
Remember when kyle tried to touch me, p#ss#, i left his #ss with stitches
I was a good boy, i was a gentleman, i was at home washing the dishes
He knocked on my door, talkin that sh#t, but i don’t take talk from snitches

I popped him, hit the deck and dropped him
Got the money and copped him
No mercy and no regrets, yeah someone had to stop him
Hellcats with no pitstops

Dancin’ like it was tiktok
Rollie, this my new wristwatch
This cash make her lick c#ck (yeah)
Cashflow on the track n#gg#

Back in the booth
Gang, gang
Uh, uh, uh
Goofy, jumped on your mans, he a goofy (grrra)

When i pull up with the gang
Young n#gg# he going insane (grra grrra)
Got negative thoughts going into my brain
When i pull up on n#gg#, i pull up and aim

Poppin his sh#t, (grrrra) i’m hittiin his brain
Droppin the top in the rain
Droppin the top in the rain (huh)
Choppa, all my n#gg#s are choppas

Ky’s death turned me to a monsta
New copta, up eatin noodles with lobsta (huh)
Huh, lobsta, sh#t for my poppa
Smoke o’s with my n#gg# choppa

Crazy like russia, i only drink vodka, (huh)
Sippin on wocka, like i was flocka
Had to be sent to the docta (grra grra)
I be dressin’ real propa

But i’m a cocka
R.i.p. to my aunt tanya
sh#t really crazy, i was a baby
Eatin ramen and pasta

Now i’m older, weight on my shoulder, with a blick in the parka (grra grra)
When i pull up with the gang
Young n#gg# he going insane
Got negative thoughts going into my brain

When i pull up on n#gg#, i pull up and aim
Poppin his sh#t, i’m hittiin his brain (grra grra)
Droppin the top in the rain
Droppin the top in the rain

Droppin the top in the rain
Droppin the top in the…in the…
Goofy, jumped on your mans, he a goofy (huh)
When i pull up with the gang

Young n#gg# he going insane
Got negative thoughts going into my brain (grra grra)
When i pull up on n#gg#, i pull up and aim (grrrra)
Poppin his sh#t, i’m hittiin his brain (grra grra grra)

Droppin the top in the rain
Droppin the top in the rain
I be on some sh#t
Hella blicks and hella sticks

We got hella blicks and hella sticks
Stay inside, before i drop your sh#t
Stay inside, before i drop your sh#t
Goofy, (grrrrra) ha

Grrrrrr (grra grra)
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Lil Cashflow M.C. Clean Lyrics – Letter to My Fans

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Release Year: 2018