4 In A Fanta

Lyrics

[Intro: Babyface Ray] (Von Classics) Yeah Ayy, ayy [Verse 1: Babyface Ray] I'm a young nigga, real nigga, drug dealer Damn, I'm sorry, mama, I turnt out to be a villain Come fuck with us or get fucked over, nigga, that's real shit If you know me, you gon' feel it (Yeah) Playin' 'round with thousand but my mind on the million I can make a big bankroll just chillin' (Just chillin') Type of nigga find a small town and made killings These niggas stealin' my style, they my children Make tough niggas calm down, they need Ritalin I don't wanna hear about a body, you ain't did it Money ain't a thing, if it's there, I go get it Raised in the jungle, all I know is gorillas Gotta stay alert, I can hear the snakes hissin' All a nigga see is codiene when I'm pissin' (Ayy) When I come around these fuck boys, it's a difference (You see it) Bitches wanna blow me, big racks in my denim (Racks on me, nigga) Niggas tryna be somethin' they not, it ain't in 'em Losin' like a bitch, fronts up like they winnin' (Yeah, alright) Got a mink vest with a hood for the winter (Ayy) Make one call out to Cali' and they send them [Verse 2: G.T.] Ayy Play the game safe, shit can get tricky Made seventeen racks first week down at **** [?] the Tennessee trip, next week, Mississippi After that, Atlanta, dirty Fanta or a sip [?] me and Ray hop out that I8, tell them life great Hustlin' over here, we used to struggle, now it's hot plates Five hundred degrees all day, on the block late I can tell them niggas ain't gettin' it 'cause his watch fake Family over everything, but put your money first Fifteen-hundred blues in that bitch, I know her stomach hurt Bein' broke feel funny, I don't know nothin' worse And before I go back to that, you'll be in the dirt If you scared, go to church, be prepared for the worst Got my hands on some work, got out here and put in work Used to get it off the chirp, up when the birds chirp Up like a motherfucker jumped in it head first [Verse 3: Philthy Rich] Yeah Faygo got a three up in it (Syrup) Keep droppin' all these foreigns but they ain't weekly rented Been ballin' my jeweler, he highly recommended (Yeah) That jeweler you shoppin' with lights and suspended One karat stones in the bracelet A nigga take his shit, that's like me with a basic bitch See, I was tapin' bricks, in and out of state with it Yeah, you was takin' trips but on the buddy pass, bitch In my hood, you got to catch a body to be somebody Yeah, you say you want pressure, we gon' see about it Have you ever seen a million? It's parked in the lobby Bitch, don't stand behind me, stand right beside me When I'm with the last, don't except my sip quietly It's a lot of Hi-Tech runnin' through my body Hit the D with all my ice on, tuck a chain G.T. say all these other rap niggas lame It's Philth [Verse 4: Peezy] All these other rap niggas lame Used to ride the plane with them things, ain't a thing changed Go to any hood, jump out and let my chain hang Red and white supreme bandana but I don't gangbang I done set a traps, with the roaches and the thousand rats I done rolled the [?] by myself with a thousand pack Fall off in the club with them goons, where the bottles at? Balenciaga hoodie on my back cost a ounce of crack Livin' like a king but I'ma die a legend Heard you niggas' worst nightmare is the diamond tester Spend my rap money on the bag, that's a bright investment Had Versache on head to toe when I got arrested Proceed to get a job and learn to stretch it Let a pussy nigga try to rob, put him on the stretcher I can get you hit from 'cross town 'cause I got leverage Woke up early, rollin' out the pound and drunk a eighth for breakfast, boy