[Intro: Future]
(Wheezy outta here)
[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
She sent a sad emoji when I fuck and leave, she say I treat her like a slut
Bae, I can't come to your condo, can’t fit in no parking garage in this big ass truck (Too big bro, damn)
If it was once then it might've been luck, if I did it two times then it stand for something
All my niggas say I'm fuckin’ the game up with all of these bitches, I'm payin' too much
I'm gettin' a lot of money, I ain't trippin'
If I ain't popped the seal, I ain’t sippin’
I paint my Wagon blue, I'm still Crippin’
Hope you know I remember, I ain't forgetful
Give her the world, and she gon' still come to me
Oh, you ain't heard? I’m un-fuckin'-wit'-able
But, boy, you a wankster, you ain't even lit enough
I don't got no involvement but they hit 'em up
Three mill' a year, what my artists make minimum
Look at me, I done built me a business up
Baby JAY-Z, I run me a billy up
Gave her seventy-five hundred, her titties up
It's like ten of us with a Richard Millie
We be turning shit up, you should fuck with us
You can't name a young crew that can fuck with us
Any category, we'll fuck 'em up
From the cars, to jewels, to titles, to deeds, to streets, to beef, whatever, they know it's us
I'm 4 Pockets, I pop out with OTF
We gon' be at the top, you can meet us there
I'm tryna motivate the hood to do better
I lost my coat, and I had to wear two sweaters
I ain't been rich all my life, don't be fooled
I sold them nicks and them dimes at the school
Been a lil' player, knew I was gon' be the one, I'm buyin' all the pretty girls lunch
My mama been knew I was gon' be a problem when in fifth grade I got kicked out for hunchin'
We follow all of the opps on our Finsta
Soon as they post a location, we flip 'em
My niggas takers, I ain't talkin' pictures
They be on bullshit, I can't take 'em with me
Shit ain't all bread and butter, I come from the gutter
Sat in prison a couple of years
I got my shit together, some investment partners
Now I own me a couple of million
(Wheezy outta here)
[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
She sent a sad emoji when I fuck and leave, she say I treat her like a slut
Bae, I can't come to your condo, can’t fit in no parking garage in this big ass truck (Too big bro, damn)
If it was once then it might've been luck, if I did it two times then it stand for something
All my niggas say I'm fuckin’ the game up with all of these bitches, I'm payin' too much
I'm gettin' a lot of money, I ain't trippin'
If I ain't popped the seal, I ain’t sippin’
I paint my Wagon blue, I'm still Crippin’
Hope you know I remember, I ain't forgetful
Give her the world, and she gon' still come to me
Oh, you ain't heard? I’m un-fuckin'-wit'-able
But, boy, you a wankster, you ain't even lit enough
I don't got no involvement but they hit 'em up
Three mill' a year, what my artists make minimum
Look at me, I done built me a business up
Baby JAY-Z, I run me a billy up
Gave her seventy-five hundred, her titties up
It's like ten of us with a Richard Millie
We be turning shit up, you should fuck with us
You can't name a young crew that can fuck with us
Any category, we'll fuck 'em up
From the cars, to jewels, to titles, to deeds, to streets, to beef, whatever, they know it's us
I'm 4 Pockets, I pop out with OTF
We gon' be at the top, you can meet us there
I'm tryna motivate the hood to do better
I lost my coat, and I had to wear two sweaters
I ain't been rich all my life, don't be fooled
I sold them nicks and them dimes at the school
Been a lil' player, knew I was gon' be the one, I'm buyin' all the pretty girls lunch
My mama been knew I was gon' be a problem when in fifth grade I got kicked out for hunchin'
We follow all of the opps on our Finsta
Soon as they post a location, we flip 'em
My niggas takers, I ain't talkin' pictures
They be on bullshit, I can't take 'em with me
Shit ain't all bread and butter, I come from the gutter
Sat in prison a couple of years
I got my shit together, some investment partners
Now I own me a couple of million
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