December 4th lyrics

[Verse]
Bad b*tch from the east side, got face tats
Caught a flight to the west, n*gga, drove weight back
Pop a seal on some Hi-Tech, throw and eight back
Got more gas than the service pump at the racetrack
Vice slowed on the road, n*gga had to shake that
Got more steers than queers, shot over to Bankhead
Had to transport a thousand pieces, I done got a truck there
Growin' up in the 'jects, we was sleepin' on bunk beds
Always give a n*gga migraines and then gray hairs
White collar, file tax returns on green days
Trap hard, then invest the money in some trial spots
Bad b*tch from the south side, gave her back shots
Bird? sh*t, I made a hundred twenty from a laptop
Take some of the money down there, came sharp
I ain't Tarantino, but I got big guwop
Hell nah, nobody's brother, ain't gotta be nice
Called Chris, told him hurry up, flip my white
They tried to kick the door in, f*cked around and caught a face shot
Took the fifty that I made, soon started a grow op
I be walkin' inside the trial spot, make sure the door locked
Had to grow it all electric 'cause it's cold out
I ain't signed a deal yet, dog, I'ma hold out
I just did a show in Knoxville, it was sold out
I ain't tryin' these shiesty n*ggas, there ain't no doubt
Take from me so they can give to them for a four pound
White collar, got a operation, got a bank statement
This n*gga tried to serve me, but ain't made for that
Dropped nine on my home, it's where I lay at
Walkin' out the front door, a n*gga had to stay strapped
Nephew take a loan, never got paid back
Never told a n*gga no when they need somethin'
If he ain't got a little street money, he don't mean nothin'
Right now, I'm on a fattenin', can't eat nothin'
f*cked three times, little mama just keep callin'
Tyin' up my career for weed money