#4DACULTURE lyrics
by Black
[Verse 1: Kitomi]
You b*tches pushin' P but ain't pushin' me though
I'm touchin' Cee-Lo, that mean my green kilo
And you hoes suckin di*k? Get off ya knees ho
Tryna stick me for my flow like a needle
Slug been pushin' hits, b*tches ain't functionin' (Nope)
Been tryna add it up, quadratic functionin'
b*tches got them features then go to steal my whole M.O
I don't speak, i just switch up and wash like a Brillo
But for real though, check the new heel though
The reds on the bottom like I motherf*ckin' spanked you
I'm nice with my words like I motherf*ckin' thanked you
The only smoke they want is a Wake-N-Bake like a cake do
But for really boo? Uh, who are you?
Had thе keep the last bar simple like a baby еxam do
Before you talk about what maybe you can do
Figure out a way to get some coin, cream, cantu (Ah-ha)
Spit, spit, spit, spit
I get, get, get, get (Paper)
Smilin' in my face but in private just a (Hater)
I'm Bobby or all this ice, I'ma (Uh, skater)
Say she the best, now I'm rollin' like a (Skater)
All of sudden b*tches ill, tryna steal my appeal
Ballin' in a higher court, I'm handin' b*tches plea deals
Music animosity
Dj Drama, Gangsta Grillz
When this project drop I'ma show 'em how to get real
[Verse 2: Malibu Way]
(Let me show you b*tches how to get on this sh*t for real)
I'm the rap b*tch danger, pus*y pink ranger (Mwah)
National Geographic, good raps is endangered
Listen up, b*tch, it's a PSA
Ya girl runnin' through a bag like TSA
When it comes to who's real, b*tch, we don't relate (Nope)
b*tches love rap beef when their careers at stake
I'm the pilot to this sh*t, y'all trippin' (Y'all trippin')
Wet willy, in they ears, I'm spittin' (I'm spittin')
Anybody that got guala that get dollars
Bet go call her because I'm comin' for that ass, like
Anybody that keep dissin' gon' keep missin'
'Cause I'm winnin' to keep you lil' b*tches mad, like
Balenciaga boots and the coat cashmere
You b*tches not rappers, you b*tches cashiers
Took a look around and it's quite clear (Yeah)
I look better than every b*tch here (Dolly)
[Verse 3: UNA]
Una in the spot
'Bout to pop you b*tches, I mean pop
Ain't talkin' perc, got b*tches sippin' juggernaut
'Cause I'm trained like COD
Ain't talkin' ghost, I'm blackin' opps
Seein' red now I turn you to a clot
Ho, I show out, it's no tuck
Still puss, give no f*cks
c*nty, sickenin', gaggin', throw up
b*tches get that Von and start to wearin' out the whole dutch
Ho, still get smoked, spin up on her doin' donuts
Swear to God, ho, get to steppin', duckwalkin' or I Crip on 'em (Crip on 'em)
A hood b*tch but ain't scared to hit the dip on 'em (Dip on 'em)
A hood b*tch with a limp in the wrist on 'em
Quick to bang a ho, stomp a ho in my Rick Owens (Gimme tens, ho)
b*tches start to kiki, now these hoes is in they feelings
'Cause these b*tches wanna kiki, now I'm motherf*ckin' biddin', I ain't kiddin'
When I'm on, every ho start spittin'
Musè for them all, put 'em on is my mission, una
[Verse 4: Mattel]
I'm the CoverGirl, this sh*t easy, breezy
Sittin' with the doll in Chanel slides, Dreezy
b*tch up in her bag, now I'm who they tryna bebe
Talkin' gun sh*t, she ain't even seen a BB
Rap b*tches ain't seein' me, I'm on another planet
It comes quite naturally, I never had to plan it
Never been a marathon, I just always ran it
Like a food drive, I think these b*tches need to can it
I got the full package (yup), not just the delivery
First Lady, in love with the bills like I'm Hilary
That means I get chicken, b*tch, I love gettin' rotisserie
It's very transparent how you b*tches are not clearing me
You b*tches done this sh*t for too long, I just hit different
Ran it up myself and then some, I make hits different
I'm a icon, market b*tch, mogul type of sh*t
Never had to diss, you felt like I hit the target b*tch
Rappin' since fourteen, you were just a waste b*tch
I weigh 114, he like to feel on this waist b*tch
Everything I do, you haven't done, you can't relate b*tch
So stop tryna run sh*t when you're not up in the race b*tch
Always keep some gloss up in the nylon, just in case b*tch
Gimme powder sugar, strawberry, chocolate drizzle crepe b*tch
Don't ever address me like you are something you ain't b*tch
Call this sh*t a warning and lets start a clean slate b*tch