4th & Downs
Micro drac' that bitch too loud
If we catch a opp, no hesitation dump him down
I got a button on my glock
I hit it once it switch the crowd
And ain't no blickin' at no v on every drill we getting out
Bitch I'm pouring clean, I'm sipping wocky by the ounce
Told that bitch hop up off the roof
They suck your dick, you gotta bounce
Lost some niggas in that field, on little king, we wear crowns
Saw the opp nigga down bad, he up in trouble like forth and downs
We gon' spin his block, ferris wheel, ridin' around
Uh
We got all these glizzy's on us, jus' to ride around
Uh
Growin' up in the trenches, I got taught to make no sound
Uh
We smoke they ass out the pound
Uh, ay
Yeah yeah
All that
Smoke they dead ass out the pound, man
What the fuck goin' on?
Long live scoom
Let's do it, go
Ay, nigga
Ceiling fan, bitch we spinnin'
All these niggas claim they fightin' demons, bitch we gremlims
Uh, all you niggas ask for you to slide, but you wasn't wit' it
On that paper, I'ma get it, put Katie on my fitted
Uh, ay
Micro drac' that bitch too loud
If we catch a opp, no hesitation we dump him down
I got a button on my glock
I hit it once it switch the crowd
And ain't no blickin' at no v on every drill we getting out
Bitch I'm pouring clean, I'm sipping wocky by the ounce
Told that bitch hop up off the roof
They suck your dick, you gotta bounce
Lost some niggas in that field, on little king, we wear crowns
Saw the opp nigga down bad, he up in trouble like forth and downs
If we catch a opp, no hesitation dump him down
I got a button on my glock
I hit it once it switch the crowd
And ain't no blickin' at no v on every drill we getting out
Bitch I'm pouring clean, I'm sipping wocky by the ounce
Told that bitch hop up off the roof
They suck your dick, you gotta bounce
Lost some niggas in that field, on little king, we wear crowns
Saw the opp nigga down bad, he up in trouble like forth and downs
We gon' spin his block, ferris wheel, ridin' around
Uh
We got all these glizzy's on us, jus' to ride around
Uh
Growin' up in the trenches, I got taught to make no sound
Uh
We smoke they ass out the pound
Uh, ay
Yeah yeah
All that
Smoke they dead ass out the pound, man
What the fuck goin' on?
Long live scoom
Let's do it, go
Ay, nigga
Ceiling fan, bitch we spinnin'
All these niggas claim they fightin' demons, bitch we gremlims
Uh, all you niggas ask for you to slide, but you wasn't wit' it
On that paper, I'ma get it, put Katie on my fitted
Uh, ay
Micro drac' that bitch too loud
If we catch a opp, no hesitation we dump him down
I got a button on my glock
I hit it once it switch the crowd
And ain't no blickin' at no v on every drill we getting out
Bitch I'm pouring clean, I'm sipping wocky by the ounce
Told that bitch hop up off the roof
They suck your dick, you gotta bounce
Lost some niggas in that field, on little king, we wear crowns
Saw the opp nigga down bad, he up in trouble like forth and downs
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Writer(s): Terrance Banks
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