4-Peat

Lyrics
[Intro] (Helluva made this beat, baby) [Verse: BabyTron, TrDee & StanWill] Three fits, seven hunnid, bitch, these some Yeezy steps He ain't got no blick, full court, that's a easy press Squared up with Tron, hit his ass with a sneaky left Ran it up for 'bout a week, I done got sleep depressed Glock a motherfucker, hitting everything the beam detect Louis V runners on, I done turned my feet to chess Punch God, Jack Man, bitch, I'm a Visa vet Riding 'round looking rough as hell like you DMX We gon' leave the opposition bleeding like they PMS If you pull up perky, end up lеaving in a EMS Lied to the bitch, told her that I only chеat on tests Lil' slut said I need a heart, bitch, I need yo neck High as hell with the gang, ain't no pizza left I done caught up to them bitches, I been dreaming less I done got tired of the hoes, I been fiending less When all you see is the money, you don't see no rest I could up some big-ass racks, you ain't see no breasts Boy, you ain't a 'rilla, couple .223s beat yo chest Hutch lost his motherfucking mind, don't you see my neck? Really got the green out the mud, bitch, I think I'm Shrek Bitch told me that I'm not shit, what did you expect? Feeling like a chill day, think I wanna do the tech Head so good, lil' bitch got her cheeks caressed I'll tell my niggas mask up, bitch, I think I'm Gretch Been did the radio, we might be on TV next On a jack trip, card play for the GPS Choppa fold 'em like a 3DS She a lil' headhunter, you ain't even see the mess Punching all month off a piece, made the CC stretch [?] off PUA, now he think he fresh Money gram, 2016, stayed at CVS [?] got the Purple jeans on, my habibi wet Diamonds look like lemonade, Wocky in the Minute Maid All I wanted was the money, I ain't never want the fame Hitting bitches off the thrust, I ain't in the spitting game Bro clutching, he gon' shoot like he tryna win the game Bitch, I'm big tripping, change gears when I'm switching lanes Spin his block in the wintertime, that's a figure eight When you feed niggas, they gon' ask you for a bigger plate If you ask me, we the coldest group in the state
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Credits
- Writers
- TrDee
- StanWill
- BabyTron