Letter B4 Da Chair Lyrics - Trapped In The Basedworld - Lil' B

Aye bruh, we finna, we finna, we burning in this chair right now 

This sound like that motherfucking death row shit 

This sound like right when you finna hit the chair 

Ah, let us out 

Don't play here, no it's not a game bitch 

This BitchMob killer with a motherfucking mad bitch 

Chopper on the side with the 8 package that for the action 

I got eyes: two on my neck and two in the front 

I watch you pussies, watch the streets, then I smoke a blunt 

Feel this real shit, I cosign myself because I live by the G-code 

Turn to the BasedWorld, ready for the new chapter 

This like Twisted Metal, we ride around with the auto choppers 

Playing with the BitchMob, bitch you better call the doctor 

Seeing things long range, chop with the long aim 

Hit him 'cross the field like I was sitting at a ball game 

You all fakes thugs, that's where they all came 

I was in tough positions, I had to get my ass out 

Treat life like ATM, I got to get my cash out 

Fuck the fast route 

I pull - don't die with your pant's down 

You bitch, pull your pants up 

Not nigga, keep them fucking down 

The chopper hit him once, man he had no protection 

Matter of fact, keep it real man, cause I'm so respected 

I don't know about you, but I keep going section 

Fuck your jewelry, man my life is a necklace 

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That was my letter before I take the chair 

Letter before the chair 

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