4th Quarter

All of my niggas be litt
Spin on your block make them lay down
Now the hoe want fuck me off the rip
Plenty of macs, pistols and choppas
Make a nigga disappear
Steady speaking on me but you don't know me
Spin right back and I knock down three
You can turn on that light and get hit with a beam
Throw your set and get hit in the back
Them niggas capping they don't be In the trap
Stay loaded of the pills Ima rap

And fuck your caption you ain't sending no at
Beethoven hit his ass from the blind
I'm a cold stepper when I'm pushing that iron
Can't play me I can tell when you lying
Came in last but I'm first for the prize
Make a nigga Stand down when I up with the tec
Leave em loose in the back of the wreck
Speaking stupid while I'm throwing my set
I'm throwing bullets and I'm screaming out bet
Independent what the fuck is you saying
He wanna Joce but we creep where he stay at
He heard about me and he know we don't play that
He still in school we gonna aim where his brain at
nigga know we go dumb the fuck I got to lie for
I can beat a nigga up with a blindfold
Used to make love songs that's up in the past
It's straight hype songs from now on
Give a damn bout a hoe you bitches the same
I give you my heart then you runoff
Now I'm back on my grind got a new job
Flip the pack nigga run up he getting robbed

Spray the tec round
Make them lay down
When we up the choppa they gon stay from round
We gon creep up on them like they in a lounge
Give a fuck about them put em in the ground
Stay moving around like a greyhound
Put em on the news like a lost child
Make em drop out the game like a drop out
I got something fa niggas to talk about
Nigga dropping your addy I'm blowing back
And i'm high off the perks and I stay with that
You can keep your lil heart I just want the cat
What I bought for her Took it and gave it back
And I'm crazy as fuck ima live my raps
Need a perk bitch creepin in my section

I'm a beat up the bitch I don't need a weapon
I'm blow out the mind for the fucking hefers
Say she ain't have sex in a minute
Ion believe that hoe Ima kick ha straight out the door
Cop the bag and I'm moving the block with all of my Niggas
We trying to go get the dough
You fuck with that bitch that I used to fuck with
Ion care about that hoe make her hit the floor
My niggas to turnt up in this bitch

To picture some money we getting more
You beefing with three
Or B3 I don't give a fuck that's the same thang
We can hop out and blow at your main frame
With my young niggas screaming gang gang
These niggas ain't make it that change change
My young niggas making bank bank
Sugar mama tryna get a young nigga fa a hundred dollars she a skank skank
You see all the pressure we bringing in
We'll put a nigga up on cnn
Bring that bitch to wendy's ain't eating in
Ima Ink the bitch she aint see the pen
Like a k9 Ima big dog
Aim at yo head knock your top off
Celebrate when we make the drop off
This a full Court we gon ball out (This a full court we gon ball out)