Letter to Stack Bundles - Max B

Uh!

What’s good my nigga?

Feel I write you a lil' kype!

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' hits

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-L.I.

(L.I.!)

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 grits, 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!

O.F.O.

— 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 B.I.G.

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.

(O.F.O!)

We at the penthouse, let these hoes stay-yay (R.I.P. 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 hits together dog!

So crazy…

So wavy…

Abra-cadabra!

Pen-a-tow

M.O.B.

1!

So many songs man!

Letter To Stacks

Boss Don Biggavel'!

Oww!