Big 4'S
Ha, tonight, bottom to me (Helluva beat, baby)
Ha, ya dig, yeah, turn up
I seen niggas hatin' way before I ever had tints (Ho nigga)
Dog shit, got it stuffed up in the side ten
Yeah, make her fuck me like we tied in
Throw them 4's up, if not, bitch, I'm fuckin' five friends
Five bands, doggy, what you want a hood for?
Youngest in charge of dogs, bitch, I never took orders
Pablo Escobar, the youngin' know too many reporters
Ain't fuck with me, then get goin', white gloves, not Rick Owens
Black hoes, I send for 'em, five, six, I been scorin'
Two hunnid on two doors, drive one, take it two tours
No Cayenne, that new Porsche, filled with all bad bitches
I can't tell you 'bout the time when I ain't had bitches
Drive with us, my pourin' pops, I'm dropping' five lemons
Old school, this for my gang and my hoes too
Big 4s, your main bitches all bad
Hoes with big homie, show me your nigga so I can shit on 'em
A hunnid pints of red, I tell 'em, "Yeah bro, we should sit on it"
For life, I'm tryna tell you bitch, you're no life
Big 4s, your main bitches all bad
Hoes with big homie, show me your nigga so I can shit on 'em
A hunnid pints of red, I tell 'em, "Yeah bro, we should sit on it"
For life, I'm tryna tell you bitch, you're no life
Yeah nigga, bitch, I got state and I got fed niggas
Mix it up, bro pourin' green, I'm pourin' red, nigga
Bitch with us, I send her back, I bet her head different
Lame niggas, bro, you didn't trip, bitch, I'm the same nigga
Still in the hoods, they play with woods, I'm tryna tell 'em
Two hunnid in cookie, want fifty Runtz and they gon' mail 'em
Switchin' IDs all no the jet, my niggas tell 'em
I won't claim him if he tellin', doggy, that's just what it is
Big 4's, your main bitches all bad
Hoes with big homie, show me your nigga so I can shit on 'em
A hunnid pints of red, I tell 'em, "Yeah, bro, we should sit on it"
For life, I'm tryna tell you bitch, you're no life
Big 4's, your main bitches all bad
Hoes with big homie, show me your nigga so I can shit on 'em
A hunnid pints of red, I tell 'em, "Yeah, bro, we should sit on it"
For life, I'm tryna tell you bitch, you're no life
Big 4s
Ha, ya dig, yeah, turn up
I seen niggas hatin' way before I ever had tints (Ho nigga)
Dog shit, got it stuffed up in the side ten
Yeah, make her fuck me like we tied in
Throw them 4's up, if not, bitch, I'm fuckin' five friends
Five bands, doggy, what you want a hood for?
Youngest in charge of dogs, bitch, I never took orders
Pablo Escobar, the youngin' know too many reporters
Ain't fuck with me, then get goin', white gloves, not Rick Owens
Black hoes, I send for 'em, five, six, I been scorin'
Two hunnid on two doors, drive one, take it two tours
No Cayenne, that new Porsche, filled with all bad bitches
I can't tell you 'bout the time when I ain't had bitches
Drive with us, my pourin' pops, I'm dropping' five lemons
Old school, this for my gang and my hoes too
Big 4s, your main bitches all bad
Hoes with big homie, show me your nigga so I can shit on 'em
A hunnid pints of red, I tell 'em, "Yeah bro, we should sit on it"
For life, I'm tryna tell you bitch, you're no life
Big 4s, your main bitches all bad
Hoes with big homie, show me your nigga so I can shit on 'em
A hunnid pints of red, I tell 'em, "Yeah bro, we should sit on it"
For life, I'm tryna tell you bitch, you're no life
Yeah nigga, bitch, I got state and I got fed niggas
Mix it up, bro pourin' green, I'm pourin' red, nigga
Bitch with us, I send her back, I bet her head different
Lame niggas, bro, you didn't trip, bitch, I'm the same nigga
Still in the hoods, they play with woods, I'm tryna tell 'em
Two hunnid in cookie, want fifty Runtz and they gon' mail 'em
Switchin' IDs all no the jet, my niggas tell 'em
I won't claim him if he tellin', doggy, that's just what it is
Big 4's, your main bitches all bad
Hoes with big homie, show me your nigga so I can shit on 'em
A hunnid pints of red, I tell 'em, "Yeah, bro, we should sit on it"
For life, I'm tryna tell you bitch, you're no life
Big 4's, your main bitches all bad
Hoes with big homie, show me your nigga so I can shit on 'em
A hunnid pints of red, I tell 'em, "Yeah, bro, we should sit on it"
For life, I'm tryna tell you bitch, you're no life
Big 4s
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Writer(s): Composer Author Unknown, Martin Mccurtis, Dion Marquise Hayes
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