4th Place lyrics

[Intro: Cash Kidd]
(Cloudy Beats)
Huh, ayy, b*tch

[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
Your n*gga a groupie, only to you, he a killer
He beggin' for a pic' like I'm hoopin' with the n*gga
Huh, got it out the dirt, now they rootin' for a n*gga
Chasin' ham like a farmer, I'm just scoopin' up some chicken
Feel like Ella Mai, I'm finna boot up in a minute
I was beggin' for some help, dawg, they wouldn't even listen
Use that sh*t as motivation, it's okay, I know they hatin'
Since you addin' your two cents, just don't ask for no donations
I can't hang around these rappers, they got dorky vibes
Big pointers on my neck like a porcupine
n*gga, please hop off of my balls like a Pokémon
Huh, bad b*tches in the mansion tryna photobomb
BeBе Kidd snuck zaza across the border line
I'ma keep on fingеr-f*ckin' Nina, I'm a horny guy
Huh, bad b*tch, no waist and she don't waste
Your b*tch finished, you must got corona, you got no taste

[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
f*cked your b*tch for three minutes, I'm in no shape, ayy
Hit a lick, then gon' spend that sh*t Dolce, ayy
Told a b*tch, "Ho, you slippin', you in fourth place," ayy
Finna upgrade the mansion, I need more space, ayy
Need an ice cream truck 'cause you got short cake, ayy
Told her, "Slop me up, b*tch, I need foreplay," ayy
Why the f*ck would I care what a dork say? Ayy
Suited up, jewelry on like a court date, n*gga
[Verse 2: Lil Nell]
Brodie think this COD, he got a gold Drac'
Rock a n*gga with my ice on, that's a cold case
AMG coupe all white like some cocaine
And I promise that I'm done beefin' with you no-names
It only take one hollow to hit a n*gga top
It only take one striker to spin a n*gga block
Tough n*ggas be the main ones who turnin' to the cops
Broke b*tches be the main ones f*ckin' with the opps
I bet he disappear when I put that bread on his head
Let me make it clear, you can keep the pus*y, I want head
Let a n*gga step wrong, we gon' leave him with no legs
Gucci shirt, most n*ggas never seen a half a band
I put in work, b*tch, I'm tryna make it for my fam'
You and your b*tch broke, she can't even get you out no jam
I'm 'bout to ram your ho quick and make her call Sam
b*tch, I'm feelin' like a hunter how I'm stabbin' in the Lamb'

[Chorus: Cash Kidd & Lil Nell]
f*cked your b*tch for three minutes, I'm in no shape, ayy (No shape)
Hit a lick, then gon' spend that sh*t Dolce, ayy ('Che)
Told a b*tch, "Ho, you slippin', you in fourth place," ayy (Fourth place)
Finna upgrade the mansion, I need more space, ayy (More space)
Need an ice cream truck 'cause you got short cake, ayy (Uh)
Told her, "Slop me up, b*tch, I need foreplay," ayy (Uh)
Why the f*ck would I care what a dork say? Ayy (Ooh, ah)
Suited up, jewelry on like a court date, n*gga
[Outro: Lil Nell]
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