Max B - Letter To Stack Bundles lyrics

Uh! What's good my nigga?
Feel like I’d write you a little kite
Let you know what's going on here yeah!

Dear Mr rayquon Elliott! - They
Knew you as Stacks (Bundles)
I didn't mean to call out your alias
You pro'ly think I'm being rebellious -
But that ain't the case! (no)
You turnin' over in ya grave
Listenin' to flows thta nigga spit
That me and you help develop
And oh, I fucked that nigga bitch
Reminisce the days in the studio
- we was makin' hit's
Can I roll with' you, crunch time
Hooks, no punchlines - Crooks, no one time
We was all wave, look at now! (look)
Jim only sold 10 thou!
Put his men down, they ain't have a shot
Put a lil' arsenal together, Yung Los
Mustard and Al Pac!
How hot? - Niggas think they
Are when they up against
Dropped the Quarantine! - All the
Bitches in love with' it see me after shows
Gimme groupie love! - Copped the 750-LI (LI)
When they see me in the Coupe they love
Lugie up copped a new crib for my wifey
'Bout to start trial - Marty, my prosecutor
Tried to knife me
Tried to put me back in the oranges
They want filet mignone - Cheese grit's
And omelets problems just
Always had me heart in it
Told you from the jump that he's a creep!
- Money was just a part of it
Nigga wanted both our styles, my hooks
Your flows!
Our song! - Chrissy was in the car alone
All the while! - He was out at nights
Eye twerkin' puttin' together waves
We was surfin' - Nigga came burstin'
Flyin' through the doors tryna kick my
Whores out on the street (damn)
After I'm three songs deep
Now I got my own lab, two Mac Pros
Got the Digi-3 Pro Tools!
Bigga got the vocal! - Bigga got the
(got the) - soul food!
Chicken, macaroni with the cheese
That's my homie now - Big Mook!
OFO! - He tried to slow me down!
- Told me nephew showed discipline
Pussy ain't' money, time to get it in
Nigga these bitches come late
And get ya paper, did the bid
But the nigga got 8 kids
Anyway! - Back to the matter at
Hand - It's all the songs
Everybody on Hot 9, they usin' autotunes!
Niggas is not Wavy! - Gravy
- played the BIG movie
I went to see it, woozy, moody!
And on that note! - I'm
'bout to end this shit
Squa-Squaaad Up! - Really I'm representin'
Ch'eah! Representin' baby!
My letter to Stack Bundles! Ch'eah!
Let ya know what's goin' on!
Pro'ly turnin' over in ya grave!

I love my family! (Fuckin' with' this man)
I love the way that we used to be!
(Got me against the ropes)
Niggas is gettin' trees
See I got that Sour D's and that Juicy Juicy
(Boss Don Biggavel')
Baby, you found my name (OFO)
We at the penthouse, let these hoes stay yay
(RIP stack baby) tell me why the road turned

Nigga ain't do one of these!
Where's the dedication, where's the homage?
Fuck him! I got you nigga!
Got so many hit's together dog! So crazy
So wavy abra-cadabra!
Pen-a-tow mOB 1!
So many songs man! Letter To Stacks
Boss Don Biggavel'! Oww!