4K lyrics

[Intro]
(Avantegardian)
Yeah, yeah (wait)
Yeah, yeah (wait)
(Zaan)
Yeah, yeah (wait)
Yeah, yeah (wait)
Yeah, yeah (wait)
Yeah, yeah (wait)
Yeah, let's go

[Hook]
I had to go back to my old ways
I had to remember the old days
n*ggas fake [?]
And I got some designer on me, my jeans is Dior or Balmain
And I just left this b*tch heart in pieces, I remember piecin’ up chipotle
And I got two Glocks on my waist, yeah I shoot from, they look like Ginobli
And most of my n*ggas is banging, yeah I'm in the spot with some 4-treys
And all the big dogs in thе cage, to them yellin' out free all thе homies
Imma pray for the n*gga that play me, gon’ do a homicide in 4K

[Verse]
Wait, woah
Wait, woah
I'm rockin' da finest, I'm tryna get higher, I'm smokin on exotic dope
My b*tch too fly and fine, lil n*gga I'm f*ckin' on exotic hoes
I came from Lagos, Nigeria, my b*tch keep sayin I'm straight off the boat
He talkin’ dat sh*t, but I ain’t hearin' him, boy yo lil money too slow
I can’t take these lil b*tches serious, most of you look like some jokes
I just had my lil Ricky tearin up', so I just bought a lil more
And I just had my lil baby tearin' up, I bought her Comme des Garçons
[Hook]
Yeah, yeah
I had to go back to my old ways
I had to remember the old days
n*ggas fake [?]
And I got some designer on me, my jeans is Dior or Balmain
I just left this b*tch heart in pieces, I remember piecin' up chipotle
And I got two Glocks on my waist, yeah I shoot from, they look like Ginobli
And most of my n*ggas gangbang, yeah I’m in the spot with some 4-treys
And most of these n*ggas can't hang, these n*ggas cannot be my homies
Lets pray that n*gga don't reach for my chain, that n*gga get shot up in 4K