4148 (feat. Edot Babyy)

Grahh, grahh, grahh, grahh, grahh, like, grahh, grahh, grahh, grahh
(Like, lil' Rah got clapped in the Uber, I cannot lack in the cab, I'm a shooter)
(OY or no Y)

(3 a.m., I'm in the hotel (hotel)
Bitch, I'm missing you and that throat, yeah (oh, yeah, woah)
I'm in her pussy, she like, "Oh, yeah" (yeah, woah)
Bitch, I'm trappin' hard, make that dope sell
Bitch, it's like 5 a.m. in the hotel (yeah, hotel)
Kick her out for my ho, yeah (oh), everything for Edot Babyy, it's Edot-)

Miss you Notti, this shit ain't the same
Lost bro and my niggas been going insane (grahh, grahh)
E with the Dot put the dot on his brain
Let's spin through the opps make 'em feel this pain (on bro)
No Joke, five in the morning, I'm missing you throw (grahh, grahh)
Ayy yo, bae put the knocks in ya purse
Opps come on bro I throw first (uh-huh, grahh, grahh)

Iced out wrist and my fingers is blinging
If I say I eat it I mean it
Let's spin through the 'Rey with like two, four Chops
Pussy boy talking gotta stop
Like, on bro, grahh (pussy boy talking gotta stop, like, like what)

Talk on bro, then I'm upping this chop
He tried to run, I threw shot after shot (rrah, rrah)
Like, they know what we do on that block
Check on the scores, like we up on the opp
Like, lil' Rah got clapped in the Uber
I cannot lack in the cab I'm a shooter (rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah)
Tried to get up on me, but you can't
He tried to front, but I clicked on his mans (at all)

Like stop totin' them knocks that jam (facts)
SevSideK, spin that shit like a fan
Like DD with me, know Brodie gon' blam
Everything for Notti, we do what we can (do what we can)
Try to make it, I follow the man
Like if you was him be part of the plan
Caught a opp, like Ricky he ran
I'ma spin through the twos, we gon' chill on the land (hill on the land)

Grahh, off the perk, bitch I get in my feelings (get in my feelings)
I was broke so I think about killing (think about killing)
Opp thot tried to line me I ain't with it
I'ma shoot first, when I slide I'ma finish (ahh, yea, yea, yea)
(Grahh, off the perk, bitch I get in my feelings)
(I was broke so I think about killing)
(Opp thot tried to line me I ain't with it)
(I'ma shoot first, when I slide I'ma finish)

3 a.m., I'm in the hotel (hotel)
Bitch, I'm missing you and that throat, yeah (oh, yeah, woah)
I'm in her pussy, she like, "Oh, yeah" (yeah, woah)
Bitch, I'm trappin' hard, make that dope sell
Bitch, it's like 5 a.m. in the hotel (yeah, hotel)
Kick her out for my ho, yeah (oh)
Fuck, she knock on the door, yeah
Get under the bed, baby, keep it low, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Edward Johnson, Romello Robinson, Lola Paulette, David Reyes, Lawson James Mayo, Makenna Edissi
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