4-Peat lyrics
by BabyTron
[Intro]
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
[Verse: BabyTron, TrDee & StanWill]
Three fits, seven hunnid, b*tch, these some Yeezy steps
He ain't got no blick, full court, that's a easy press
Squared up with Tron, hit his ass with a sneaky left
Ran it up for 'bout a week, I done got sleep depressed
Glock a motherf*cker, hitting everything the beam detect
Louis V runners on, I done turned my feet to chess
Punch God, Jack Man, b*tch, I'm a Visa vet
Riding 'round looking rough as hell like you DMX
We gon' leave the opposition bleeding like they PMS
If you pull up perky, end up lеaving in a EMS
Lied to the b*tch, told her that I only chеat on tests
Lil' sl*t said I need a heart, b*tch, I need yo neck
High as hell with the gang, ain't no pizza left
I done caught up to them b*tches, I been dreaming less
I done got tired of the hoes, I been fiending less
When all you see is the money, you don't see no rest
I could up some big-ass racks, you ain't see no breasts
Boy, you ain't a 'rilla, couple .223s beat yo chest
Hutch lost his motherf*cking mind, don't you see my neck?
Really got the green out the mud, b*tch, I think I'm Shrek
b*tch told me that I'm not sh*t, what did you expect?
Feeling like a chill day, think I wanna do the tech
Head so good, lil' b*tch got her cheeks caressed
I'll tell my n*ggas mask up, b*tch, I think I'm Gretch
Been did the radio, we might be on TV next
On a jack trip, card play for the GPS
Choppa fold 'em like a 3DS
She a lil' headhunter, you ain't even see the mess
Punching all month off a piece, made the CC stretch
[?] off PUA, now he think he fresh
Money gram, 2016, stayed at CVS
[?] got the Purple jeans on, my habibi wet
Diamonds look like lemonade, Wocky in the Minute Maid
All I wanted was the money, I ain't never want the fame
Hitting b*tches off the thrust, I ain't in the spitting game
Bro clutching, he gon' shoot like he tryna win the game
b*tch, I'm big tripping, change gears when I'm switching lanes
Spin his block in the wintertime, that's a figure eight
When you feed n*ggas, they gon' ask you for a bigger plate
If you ask me, we the coldest group in the state