50 Bars, Pt. 4
Lyrics
Nine shots in the Ruger
I step on the court, they like watch the shooter
Look (woo)
One thing for sure, two things for certain (two things for certain)
I'm in my Birkin (I'm in my Birkin)
These niggas clowns belong in a circus (look)
Wavin' the pole like a phone wit no service (brrt)
Opp nigga funeral, shoot up the service (shoot up the service)
I'm tryna help him see Jesus in person (look)
Snatchin' these babas like niggas is lootin'
So I look like bitches when they snatchin' purses
NBA FG, please don't test me
Homie I'm harder than global regents
If he ain't gang it's 10K and better
Other than that I don't do features (no)
Dior runners heat for the summer
Sun up, gun up, kick like punters (brrt, blaow)
They on my dick so I'm droppin' they shit
If you wanted a answer then that should sum it up
Said it's been situations where they could've finished
But it's obvious them niggas rookies
Homie I'm real aggressive and I'm realy wit' it
You could try, I ain't never been pussy
All of these opp niggas makin' diss records
If I see 'em, don't shoot 'em, I'm chin checkin'
Bitch my name hold weight like I'm bench pressin' (look)
They all mad at the Woos 'cause we trendsettin'
I don't fuck wit' niggas that fuck wit' niggas that say they don't fuck wit' me
I'm not these other niggas
I don't love these bitches, baby, don't put ya trust in me
I only needed some company
After I'm done, you up and leave
You better pray in a church its a whole lotta smoke
If you think about touchin' me
I know Tony the Ape gon boom 'em
Big NBA we known for shootin'
Shoot wit' my Locs it's no confusion
Shout out to Sleepy and Sheff they movin'
R-A-H
Same wish, I'm movin' flagrant
Tom Ford, she said she feelin' the fragrance (she do)
Encore after the movie we makin'
I call my youngins to score like Tatum (grrt, baow)
Hot nine, this ain't not radio station (baow)
Cock mine, after I up it he racin'
Stop sign, no we ain't stoppin', we take it (hol' on)
She fell in love, said the dick was amazin' (treesha)
Nigga's be pussy and tuckin' they jewelry
I'm in the Bush and I spin wit' the suvy east
Full court press if I go pick Mel up
I been outside it ain't shit they could do wit' me
Signed for some teeth you ain't get a big check (ha)
Shoot up the Garvey party make a big mess
I'm wit' a opp nigga baby moms
She suck my dick and you callin' her princess (dummy)
She eat the kids and you still go and kiss her (dummy)
Banks in LA, like Kawhi on the Clippers
Six pack, give six 'em shots to his liver
Why would you lack sellin' weed in some slippers? (Look)
Why would you lack sellin' weed in some slippers?
Hahaha
Pick 'em up
Pick 'em up
Shots to his body, pick 'em up
Writer(s): Rahlique Wilks
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
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