4th Place

Lyrics

[Intro: Cash Kidd] (Cloudy Beats) Huh, ayy, bitch [Verse 1: Cash Kidd] Your nigga a groupie, only to you, he a killer He beggin' for a pic' like I'm hoopin' with the nigga Huh, got it out the dirt, now they rootin' for a nigga Chasin' ham like a farmer, I'm just scoopin' up some chicken Feel like Ella Mai, I'm finna boot up in a minute I was beggin' for some help, dawg, they wouldn't even listen Use that shit as motivation, it's okay, I know they hatin' Since you addin' your two cents, just don't ask for no donations I can't hang around these rappers, they got dorky vibes Big pointers on my neck like a porcupine Nigga, please hop off of my balls like a Pokémon Huh, bad bitches in the mansion tryna photobomb BeBе Kidd snuck zaza across the border line I'ma keep on fingеr-fuckin' Nina, I'm a horny guy Huh, bad bitch, no waist and she don't waste Your bitch finished, you must got corona, you got no taste [Chorus: Cash Kidd] Fucked your bitch for three minutes, I'm in no shape, ayy Hit a lick, then gon' spend that shit Dolce, ayy Told a bitch, "Ho, you slippin', you in fourth place," ayy Finna upgrade the mansion, I need more space, ayy Need an ice cream truck 'cause you got short cake, ayy Told her, "Slop me up, bitch, I need foreplay," ayy Why the fuck would I care what a dork say? Ayy Suited up, jewelry on like a court date, nigga [Verse 2: Lil Nell] Brodie think this COD, he got a gold Drac' Rock a nigga with my ice on, that's a cold case AMG coupe all white like some cocaine And I promise that I'm done beefin' with you no-names It only take one hollow to hit a nigga top It only take one striker to spin a nigga block Tough niggas be the main ones who turnin' to the cops Broke bitches be the main ones fuckin' with the opps I bet he disappear when I put that bread on his head Let me make it clear, you can keep the pussy, I want head Let a nigga step wrong, we gon' leave him with no legs Gucci shirt, most niggas never seen a half a band I put in work, bitch, I'm tryna make it for my fam' You and your bitch broke, she can't even get you out no jam I'm 'bout to ram your ho quick and make her call Sam Bitch, I'm feelin' like a hunter how I'm stabbin' in the Lamb' [Chorus: Cash Kidd & Lil Nell] Fucked your bitch for three minutes, I'm in no shape, ayy (No shape) Hit a lick, then gon' spend that shit Dolce, ayy ('Che) Told a bitch, "Ho, you slippin', you in fourth place," ayy (Fourth place) Finna upgrade the mansion, I need more space, ayy (More space) Need an ice cream truck 'cause you got short cake, ayy (Uh) Told her, "Slop me up, bitch, I need foreplay," ayy (Uh) Why the fuck would I care what a dork say? Ayy (Ooh, ah) Suited up, jewelry on like a court date, nigga [Outro: Lil Nell] Ooh, ah Ooh-ooh, ah Ooh, ah Ah Ah Ooh, ah