4Pckts
(Ay, Young J.L killed this shit!
Thats how we do in on this side!)
Keep on talking shit boi you'll get wacked
Get the fuck up out of my face you a rat
You might just get wacked
Pull up with two trips and than gat n
Get up out of my face you bitch n
Quit talking like you know me
Keep that cash all on me
I got bad bitches
And they looking like some trophies oh, oh
Where were them n at
When we were from the bottom
I could give no fucks
I could give ten fucks (yeah)
I can't trust nobody except for God that's above me
How I get that money all four pockets
Filled with hunids
How I get all four pockets yeah
Filled with hunids
Shawty just wanna give me sloppy toppy in abundance
All I got is that cash on my mind
Got no time
I'm always on my grind
Reminiscing about old lines
Jumping up out the box and they whinny
Monacolo
That getting all designer
Looking how I'm smoking I got that ounces
Indoor, outdoor, greenhouse
I'm so found of
Fuck shawty how she want
(Yeah) she moaning
Take that off you know I want it
Where were them n at
When we were from the bottom
I could give no fucks
I could give ten fucks (yeah)
I can't trust nobody except for God that's above me
How I get that money all four pockets
Filled with hunids
How I get all four pockets, yeah
Filled with hunids
Shawty just wanna give me sloppy toppy in abundance
All I got is that cash on my mind
How I get that money all four pockets
Filled with hunids
How I get all four pockets, yeah
Filled with hunids
Thats how we do in on this side!)
Keep on talking shit boi you'll get wacked
Get the fuck up out of my face you a rat
You might just get wacked
Pull up with two trips and than gat n
Get up out of my face you bitch n
Quit talking like you know me
Keep that cash all on me
I got bad bitches
And they looking like some trophies oh, oh
Where were them n at
When we were from the bottom
I could give no fucks
I could give ten fucks (yeah)
I can't trust nobody except for God that's above me
How I get that money all four pockets
Filled with hunids
How I get all four pockets yeah
Filled with hunids
Shawty just wanna give me sloppy toppy in abundance
All I got is that cash on my mind
Got no time
I'm always on my grind
Reminiscing about old lines
Jumping up out the box and they whinny
Monacolo
That getting all designer
Looking how I'm smoking I got that ounces
Indoor, outdoor, greenhouse
I'm so found of
Fuck shawty how she want
(Yeah) she moaning
Take that off you know I want it
Where were them n at
When we were from the bottom
I could give no fucks
I could give ten fucks (yeah)
I can't trust nobody except for God that's above me
How I get that money all four pockets
Filled with hunids
How I get all four pockets, yeah
Filled with hunids
Shawty just wanna give me sloppy toppy in abundance
All I got is that cash on my mind
How I get that money all four pockets
Filled with hunids
How I get all four pockets, yeah
Filled with hunids
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Writer(s): Josh Lewis
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