4 Hour Drive
(Fuck It, Turn It Up Cash)
(Square Made it Happen)
Its Lolife
Motherfuckin' Blacc
Lets get it
Four hour drive, from Nashville to Atlanta
My boy just cleaned me out on shit you put inside your Fanta
Fill a box, tape it up, then ship it, then I track em'
UPS just dropped the box, no patience, go and grab em'
Bitch just got a CDL, make her drop the load
Asking what my occupation is, when I don't rap, I work the stove
Going platinum in the trap, last year I went gold
I don't have a deal, bitch, I break it down and sell it whole
I work the vacuum seal, pull up and purchase, work a deal
Mr. 448, but with the drink, they call me Dr. seal
This bitch want me to listen to how she feel, but I'm not Dr. Phil
My uncle serve it, ETA on GPS, go close the deal
They like when I rap, but keep it honest, this that scale talk
First class flight box, overnight, then come back, get them bales off
They keep asking, "Are you signed? You got a deal?"
I told them hell nah
I'm signed to the scale, step out the booth
Got something to sell yall
Four hour drive, from Nashville to Atlanta
My boy just cleaned me out on shit you put inside your Fanta
Fill a box, tape it up, then ship it, then I track em'
UPS just dropped the box, no patience, go and grab em'
Bitch just got a CDL, make her drop the load
Asking what my occupation is, when I don't rap, I work the stove
Going platinum in the trap, last year I went gold
I don't have a deal, bitch, I break it down and sell it whole
Its Mr. 448, I'm inspo' with the pop and stove
Came a long way, from sleeping on that couch, I'm glad I rose
I started with a zip, took trips, and came back with a load
These niggas wearing fake jewelry on the Gram
Please don't get exposed
The world they live in, all fantasies, never never land
Lil boy never wanna grow up, I call his ass Peter Pan
I cut the fire, grab the fork, and shake the pots and pans
These niggas rapping, get respect from a middle man
Four hour drive, from Nashville to Atlanta
My boy just cleaned me out on shit you put inside your Fanta
Fill a box, tape it up, then ship it, then I track em'
UPS just dropped the box, no patience, go and grab em'
Bitch just got a CDL, make her drop the load
Asking what my occupation is, when I don't rap, I work the stove
Going platinum in the trap, last year I went gold
I don't have a deal, bitch, I break it down and sell it whole
(Square Made it Happen)
Its Lolife
Motherfuckin' Blacc
Lets get it
Four hour drive, from Nashville to Atlanta
My boy just cleaned me out on shit you put inside your Fanta
Fill a box, tape it up, then ship it, then I track em'
UPS just dropped the box, no patience, go and grab em'
Bitch just got a CDL, make her drop the load
Asking what my occupation is, when I don't rap, I work the stove
Going platinum in the trap, last year I went gold
I don't have a deal, bitch, I break it down and sell it whole
I work the vacuum seal, pull up and purchase, work a deal
Mr. 448, but with the drink, they call me Dr. seal
This bitch want me to listen to how she feel, but I'm not Dr. Phil
My uncle serve it, ETA on GPS, go close the deal
They like when I rap, but keep it honest, this that scale talk
First class flight box, overnight, then come back, get them bales off
They keep asking, "Are you signed? You got a deal?"
I told them hell nah
I'm signed to the scale, step out the booth
Got something to sell yall
Four hour drive, from Nashville to Atlanta
My boy just cleaned me out on shit you put inside your Fanta
Fill a box, tape it up, then ship it, then I track em'
UPS just dropped the box, no patience, go and grab em'
Bitch just got a CDL, make her drop the load
Asking what my occupation is, when I don't rap, I work the stove
Going platinum in the trap, last year I went gold
I don't have a deal, bitch, I break it down and sell it whole
Its Mr. 448, I'm inspo' with the pop and stove
Came a long way, from sleeping on that couch, I'm glad I rose
I started with a zip, took trips, and came back with a load
These niggas wearing fake jewelry on the Gram
Please don't get exposed
The world they live in, all fantasies, never never land
Lil boy never wanna grow up, I call his ass Peter Pan
I cut the fire, grab the fork, and shake the pots and pans
These niggas rapping, get respect from a middle man
Four hour drive, from Nashville to Atlanta
My boy just cleaned me out on shit you put inside your Fanta
Fill a box, tape it up, then ship it, then I track em'
UPS just dropped the box, no patience, go and grab em'
Bitch just got a CDL, make her drop the load
Asking what my occupation is, when I don't rap, I work the stove
Going platinum in the trap, last year I went gold
I don't have a deal, bitch, I break it down and sell it whole
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Writer(s): Jabrail Richardson
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