4 My Folks

For my folks

Boys always hating
Hella jealous though
Got a lot to say
Never tell us though
Yeah you might not see us
Know you smell us though
On the best of dope
Moving hella slow
Boys always hating
Hella jealous though
Got a lot to say
They never tell us though
Yeah you might not see us
Know you smell us though
Bitch you better know

Ima hold it down for my folks
Bitch we at ya throat
Watch and learn aye lil nigga take some notes
Murder what we wrote
Gotta hold it down for my folks
Bitch we at ya throat
Watch and learn aye lil nigga take some notes
Murder what we wrote
Ima hold it down for my folks

That lil nigga thought this shit here was a joke
Going down like the anchor on a boat
It's going down like this shit here on a slope
Criiipa can you let up on these niggas I'm like nope
Boy I'm finna give em hell
Clear em out put these niggas on a sale
Weigh em up to me I'ma kick em off the scale
Meant this shit so much that a nigga had to yell
On these beats I been a killer
Have dead people everywhere like it's Thriller
Flexing in these sessions January to December
Gotta break em off give em something to remember

Boys always hating
Hella jealous though
Got a lot to say
They never tell us though
Yeah you might not see us
Know you smell us though
Bitch you better know

Ima hold it down for my folks
Bitch we at ya throat
Watch and learn aye lil nigga take some notes
Murder what we wrote
Gotta hold it down for my folks
Bitch we at ya throat
Watch and learn aye lil nigga take some notes
Murder what we wrote
Ima hold it down for my folks

Running plays on a nigga
Hop out, bust an SK on a nigga, never played with a nigga
Nigga got older and the guns got bigger
Shoot so much that they call me lil trigger
Turn me up a little, niggas tryna ball no shot, no dribble
Niggas on the block no dope, no pistol
Get it from the mud I'm a young door kicker
I'm am the one they be talking bout
Niggas be talking just for some clout
Pull out them rugers and smoke em out
DJ Unk make em walk it out
Im sipping on trill welcome to the south
That's why we put diamonds off in our mouth
They smoking on quiet they talking loud
Cause i want smoke
You can't see me Harry Potter with the cloak
Niggas pray to God I'm looking like the pope
Put some wings on em help a nigga float
AR-15 and it came with a scope

Boys always hating
Hella jealous though
Got a lot to say
They never tell us though
Yeah you might not see us
Know you smell us though
Bitch you better know

Ima hold it down for my folks
Bitch we at ya throat
Watch and learn aye lil nigga take some notes
Murder what we wrote



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Writer(s): Caton Bailey
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