4AM IN DECEMBER, Pt. 2

Lyrics

[Intro] Oo shit, that's a Danny G beat [Verse 1: Sauce Walka] She a winner Gon' head and throw all the bags in the sprinter Za in the wood, five thousand on the timber [?] 500 by November Shit, well, really Augast [?] Maybach, I ain't gotta park it Doctor can't see how I'm living, 'cause I'm heartless Ranch full of white girls, [?] like horses Club full of black girls, treat them like choppers Shoot them [?] broke in they pockets Catch me in the booth with the DJ [?] Louie V jerzy too cold, John Stokton [Verse 2: JUST BANG] Cold nigga, I was really born in December I just knocked a cold hard bitch off of Tinder Real 16, if she don't pay mе, I don't bend her Just like a [?], if it ain't bluе, I don't spend her Big chop, tried to lift it up and caught a splinter Wrist icy, look like I was fighting in the winter [?] bitch, even if you got her, I'ma get her Interviewed the bitch at Ruth's Chris eating dinner You a bitch, I think the doctor told your mom the wrong gender Spin around and hit your block, it look like [?] was in a blender Shit, I mean the sprinter The black Tom Brady, got a ring on every finger Fuck Carona, I'm up close tryna breathe on a nigga Bitch, it's 1017, double G's on a nigga Keep on speaking, I might drop a couple G's on a nigga Ho boring ass clown, fell asleep on these niggas [Verse 3: Rizzoo Rizzoo] [?] winter, was all cold By Summertime, brought in the bankroll Say she love how I drip, tell her I know She can stay at your crib, she still my ho And my pockets extra cheesy, [?] [?] balling like we hit the lotto Lie for my brother, hand on the bible And he ain't have [?] I drip sauce every day of the week Learned from Pimp C, don't fuck [?] Shake my head when I heard Pushing P The bitch pimp you, you should be in the streets One bitch [?] made me feel [?] Blues in my pocket, man, R.I.P. Nipsey Steady dripping sauce, baby girl, that's what's in me Ask about Rizzoo, let them know that he winning [Verse 4: Philthy Rich] When they ask about Philthy, let them know that I'm winning Matching Bust Down Roleys for my bitches, they 20 Know I'm [?] players, grand slam, 9th inning Five carots in my ear, 50 pointers in my [?] Whole team shining, me, [?] and [?] Spend another hundred thousand, [?] at the [?] That's a cool million dollars, Roles, Maybach and the Bentley Yeah, that's cool, we can hollar, when we bump into them niggas Chandelier Yacht Master, yeah, it cost me 6 figures Yeah, I'm from 59, but fuck with them 6 niggas Yeah, 6 [?] nigga, just to be [?] If he snitch, he a snitch, ain't no use to be a rat It's Philthy