NW4 (Freestyle)

Lyrics

*Batcave Studio* [Verse 1: Quilly] They got me in my snap bag, I guess this what the fuck they wanted 4 circles, 4 P's, my shot a couple hundred I'm tryna score before the shot clock; a couple dozen Even if my family ratted, I don't fuck wit cousin I be in the trap spot, baggin' candy They show me love in hip hop, my bitch as bad as Yandy Look through my contacts, all you see is smokers And a couple real niggas', I deleted the jokers I play the strip; Magic City/Onyx; strokers My youngins' runnin wild, they just squeezin toasters Whistle always in their hand like they don't need a holster I'm a paper soldier and you cousin "E"; a reefa roller My name ringin' through the whole city I got players from Uptown to O-City Sippin' on Peach Circoc like I know Diddy I smoke a lot of gas and do the track so shitty Show me love like Nas or hate me now Silencer on the pound, it won't make a sound Sound? Nah, nigga we spray the pound (?) bitch we lay em down [Hook: Quilly] I can talk about the streets, I can tell you bout me I'll tell you one thing, I'ma motherfuckin' "G" I can tell you bout streets, I can tell about me I'll tell you one thing, I'ma motherfuckin' "G" 1 E.Y.E., one thing about me A nigga run the streets, I don't ever get no sleep 1 E.Y.E., one thing about me A nigga run the streets, I don't ever get no sleep Leggo