Letter B4 Da Chair lyrics

[Intro]
Aye bruh, we finna, we finna, we burning in this chair right now
This sound like that motherf*cking death row sh*t
This sound like right when you finna hit the chair

[Based Demons]
Ah, let us out

[Verse: Lil B]
Don't play here, no it's not a game b*tch
This b*tchMob killer with a motherf*cking mad b*tch
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 sh*t, 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 b*tchMob, b*tch 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
f*ck the fast route
I pull - don't die with your pant's down
You b*tch, pull your pants up
Not n*gga, keep them f*cking 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
f*ck your jewelry, man my life is a necklace
[Outro]
That was my letter before I take the chair
Letter before the chair