4th Quarter

Baby ima ball till these niggas
hang up my jersey
And I couldn't do 9 to 5
They overworked me
I was off a bean
But I levitate on them perky's
And I had to drive
Cuz the T.S.A always search me

Baby you a treesh
I ain't pullin up wit no average
I know you a freak
But them tittie's coming in plastic
You can make it clap
But I wanna see you do backflips
No practice
Forreal
Lets see a hat trick

You know I don't fuck wit them niggas
They really randoms
Baby I might still hit a play
In some Nike sandles
In town
Dripped down
Versace flannel
Grr Bow
30 Rounds
He couldn't handle

Com de garçon
Bet you're bitch she adore me
Mike Amiri down
Tell your bitch to Dior me
I'm the internet
Tell your bitch to explore me
We was in the nose bleeds
Now we up in the floor seats

They don't understand
It was never a fair game
Had to switch lanes
Couple niggas done part ways
Ballin in L.A
Now we down at the Barclay's
You niggas never change
I can see that you all lame



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Writer(s): Mcm Sammy
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