50 Bars, Pt. 4 lyrics

[Intro]
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Nine shots in the Ruger
I step on the court they like, "watch the shooter"
Look (Woo)

[Verse]
One thing for sure, two things for certain (Two things for certain)
I'm in my Birkin (I'm in my Birkin), these n*ggas clowns belong in a circus (Yeah)
Wavin' the pole like a phone with no service (Brrrrrt)
Opp n*gga funeral shoot up the service (Shoot up the service)
I'm tryna help him see Jesus in person (Yeah)
Snatchin' these babas like n*ggas was lootin'
So wild look like b*tches when they snatchin' purses (Ayy)
NBA, FG, please don't test me, homie I'm harder than global regents
If he ain't gang it's ten K or better, other than that I don't do features (I don't)
Dior runners, heat for the summer (Let's go)
Sun up, gun up, kick like punters
They on my di*k so I'm droppin' they sh*t if you wanted a answer then that sh*t summed up (That's it)
Seen some situations where they could've finished but it's obvious them n*ggas rookies
Homie I'm real aggressive and I'm really with it, you could try I ain't never been pus*y
All of these opp n*ggas makin' diss records, if I see 'em don't shoot 'em, I'm chin checkin' (Yeah)
b*tch my name hold weight like I'm bench pressin', they all mad at the Woos 'cause we trendsettin'
I don't f*ck with n*ggas that f*ck with n*ggas that say they don't f*ck with me
I'm not these other n*ggas, I don't love these b*tches, baby, don't put your trust in me (Yeah)
I only needed some company (Yeah), after I'm done you up and leave
You better pray in a church, it's a whole lotta smoke if you think about touchin' me
I know Tony the Ape gon' boom 'em (Boom 'em)
Big NBA we known for shootin' (Shootin')
f*ck with my locs it's no confusion
Shout out to Sleepy and Sheff they movin' (Hol' on)
R-A-H, same wish, I'm movin' flagrant
Tom Ford, she said she feelin' the fragrance (She do)
Encore, after the movie we makin' (Look)
I call my youngins to score like Tatum
Hot Nine this ain't no radio station
c*ck mine after I up it he racing
Stop sign, no we ain't stoppin', we take it (Hol' up)
She fell in love 'cause the di*k was amazin' (Treesha)
n*ggas be pus*y and tuckin' they jewelry (Yeah)
I'm in the bush and I spin with the suvy east(Yeah)
Full court press if I go pick mell up (What?)
I been outside it ain't sh*t they could do with me (Hol' up)
Signed for some teeth, you ain't get a big check (Ha)
Shoot up the Garvey party, make a big mess
'Cause I'm with a opp n*gga baby moms (Yeah)
She suck my di*k and you callin' her princess (Tell me)
She eat the kids and you still go and kiss her (Tell me)
Bands in LA like Kawhi on them Clippers (What?)
Six pack give 'em six shots to his liver (Baow)
Why would you lack sellin' weed in some slippers? (Ha, look)
Why would you lack sellin' weed in some slippers? (Hahaha)
[Outro]
Pick 'em up
Pick 'em up
Shots for anybody, pick 'em up
Look, look, look, look