1st Chapter
Yoo all yall bitches talking bout Big4 this Big4 that
Man you better shut the fk up before i pull up to you
And put my guns in your face bitch ass mfk man
Pull up with Perry shit keep going (pulling up)
Riding for life yeah we keep goin
Put it in your face, and then we blowin
Hit it back at the back, bitch we on It
Printing the money, with Crizy yo (cash)
Fucking your bitch she is slizzy hoe (on god)
Look at my bitch and see how she glow
Give me my money you want no smoke
I pull up I pull I'm smoking my cali in the attic
We banging the streets
I'm Fuckig your bitch and I send it outside
Bitch go gimme something to eat (fking your bitch)
Hit it and blow it and send it to moon bitch killing this beat
(We killing this beat)
Big4slattbitch fuck you talking about
(Listen to me)
Give me my heart, leave me alone (leave me lone)
All of my homies be standing on (standing on)
We be inside we workin on (workin on)
Look at my jacket is Vlone (dripping)
I control that bitch like a remote (on god)
Pull up on me with that antidote (Yedig)
Backing it up with a steady goal
Run up on me then I'm down to blow (grrrr)
Up with shawty I got me a hotty
I'm riding Bugatti, on a trip to safari
Im Smashing and passing I'm sorry
Cause that bitch be looking retorted
Percs and Molly in her body
She Vibing she wanna party
Fuck that bitch acting lil cooky
In your block we gonna to slidin
Hold on
SRT making noise in the street, hop on the beat any kind of that shit
Hit it so hard we gonn make it a hit
Diamonds shinning bitch I'm lit
Hit my phone, for making a deal
Hunnids on hunnids it's gonna to be big
Look at these straps are ready to kill
Choppas on choppas inside of my wheel
Stack it and pop it and leave that bitch I got myself I pay the bill
Give me my heart, leave me alone (leave me lone)
All of my homies be standing on (standing on)
We be inside we workin on (workin on)
Look at my jacket is Vlone (dripping)
I control that bitch like a remote (on god)
Pull up on me with that antidote (Yedig)
Backing it up with a steady goal
Run up on me then I'm down to blow (grrrr)
Amiri at the top of my cob
She be sucking always on the top
I get red of the opps, I'm pissing on them cops
I'm hitting all the drums
Free my dawgs out the box
I do say it out loud
I don't care bout no Judge
So show me whatchu got (pussy)
Before I show up with my dawgs
Let you flight right above
Sneaky friends they be cut (uhh)
They be faking a lot (uhh)
So I'm sending my shot (uhh)
Don't deserve what I got
All the care that I had, all the stuff that I bought
They deserve to get shot (boom)
For dishonor the facts all about (fuck that shit)
Fuck all them bitches ain't no capping no doubt
100 racks 100 racks stuffed in the attic
I fuck from back and she calling me daddy
Hetting the plug and popping the addys
Making sure that she gonn grab it
Keep on the grinding we go on
Pull up to the scene I make em run
Want the smoke he ain't got non
Pop my music then I'm done
(Gone gone gone)
Give me my heart, leave me alone (leave me lone)
All of my homies be standing on (standing on)
We be inside we workin on (workin on)
Look at my jacket is Vlone (dripping)
I control that bitch like a remote (on god)
Pull up on me with that antidote (Yedig)
Backing it up with a steady goal
Run up on me then I'm down to blow (grrrr)
Man you better shut the fk up before i pull up to you
And put my guns in your face bitch ass mfk man
Pull up with Perry shit keep going (pulling up)
Riding for life yeah we keep goin
Put it in your face, and then we blowin
Hit it back at the back, bitch we on It
Printing the money, with Crizy yo (cash)
Fucking your bitch she is slizzy hoe (on god)
Look at my bitch and see how she glow
Give me my money you want no smoke
I pull up I pull I'm smoking my cali in the attic
We banging the streets
I'm Fuckig your bitch and I send it outside
Bitch go gimme something to eat (fking your bitch)
Hit it and blow it and send it to moon bitch killing this beat
(We killing this beat)
Big4slattbitch fuck you talking about
(Listen to me)
Give me my heart, leave me alone (leave me lone)
All of my homies be standing on (standing on)
We be inside we workin on (workin on)
Look at my jacket is Vlone (dripping)
I control that bitch like a remote (on god)
Pull up on me with that antidote (Yedig)
Backing it up with a steady goal
Run up on me then I'm down to blow (grrrr)
Up with shawty I got me a hotty
I'm riding Bugatti, on a trip to safari
Im Smashing and passing I'm sorry
Cause that bitch be looking retorted
Percs and Molly in her body
She Vibing she wanna party
Fuck that bitch acting lil cooky
In your block we gonna to slidin
Hold on
SRT making noise in the street, hop on the beat any kind of that shit
Hit it so hard we gonn make it a hit
Diamonds shinning bitch I'm lit
Hit my phone, for making a deal
Hunnids on hunnids it's gonna to be big
Look at these straps are ready to kill
Choppas on choppas inside of my wheel
Stack it and pop it and leave that bitch I got myself I pay the bill
Give me my heart, leave me alone (leave me lone)
All of my homies be standing on (standing on)
We be inside we workin on (workin on)
Look at my jacket is Vlone (dripping)
I control that bitch like a remote (on god)
Pull up on me with that antidote (Yedig)
Backing it up with a steady goal
Run up on me then I'm down to blow (grrrr)
Amiri at the top of my cob
She be sucking always on the top
I get red of the opps, I'm pissing on them cops
I'm hitting all the drums
Free my dawgs out the box
I do say it out loud
I don't care bout no Judge
So show me whatchu got (pussy)
Before I show up with my dawgs
Let you flight right above
Sneaky friends they be cut (uhh)
They be faking a lot (uhh)
So I'm sending my shot (uhh)
Don't deserve what I got
All the care that I had, all the stuff that I bought
They deserve to get shot (boom)
For dishonor the facts all about (fuck that shit)
Fuck all them bitches ain't no capping no doubt
100 racks 100 racks stuffed in the attic
I fuck from back and she calling me daddy
Hetting the plug and popping the addys
Making sure that she gonn grab it
Keep on the grinding we go on
Pull up to the scene I make em run
Want the smoke he ain't got non
Pop my music then I'm done
(Gone gone gone)
Give me my heart, leave me alone (leave me lone)
All of my homies be standing on (standing on)
We be inside we workin on (workin on)
Look at my jacket is Vlone (dripping)
I control that bitch like a remote (on god)
Pull up on me with that antidote (Yedig)
Backing it up with a steady goal
Run up on me then I'm down to blow (grrrr)
Credits
Writer(s): Big4 Slatt
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