Lyrics:
runnning thru sack
Like qtr backs
I'm shootin up 3s
N make em wit eeez
You niggas ain't fuckin wit me
Dirty sprite dirty sprite
Mix it up its delight
with it
I was fleeing from the faith but I wasn't proud of it
4th Qtr bouta ball out if you know I roll with it
Yeah they say they wanna
Ride for me
Sho’ that you hustle! Slangin'
Dope turned qtrs To a half
To a whole like its nothing
They said us black folks a
Never win and our life's
Amount
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4.wit the DNA run it wit Tha first play city lights in Manhattan that's a cold play Miami club live that's Tha better way sunset Hollywood
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4.wit the DNA run it wit Tha first play city lights in Manhattan that's a cold play Miami club live that's Tha better way sunset Hollywood
a
Hit...
Wet behind the ears...
Every qtr was my brick
Sa Pa's"...
Wanted me on oxa...
Gently declined...
Left niggas with nada...
When I was wet behind
qtr, no pressure, I'm clutch like Derozan(Demar)
I was up on that block in the trap til closin(rollin)
A lot of these niggas ain't street, these niggas
Rich nigga, Made a qtr million ina trapp, rover truck, riding with a draco on my lap, they notice me, before i caught buzz with the rapp, i was
HOOK
All i ever wanted was a buss dwn
Qtr brick halfa brick to a brick getcha buss dwn getcha buss dwn getcha dussdwn
X2
These fuck niggaz hatin
I'm moving weight getting paid
My bornday already passed
Why ppl keep bringing ME cake
Gave em 11 on 2nd qtr
Now dis sorry for the weight
Yeeeaaaa yea
mounty, boppin ain’t no stoppin, all this cash we keep on counting, sknow on table size of mountains while your moving qtr ounces, run the ball, drop
the dope is gone
The battles just begun
I use to re up just for fun just keep the orders comin
I'm havin Battles in my sleep i cop from demons often
A qtr
need 2 and a qtr
I got the 40 on me with the grip cuz i keep them blues on me like a crip
So dont make the news homie
I got bread but i want me some
steady askn where them dollars at
4qtrs send your partna bacc
I got game tell her holla bacc
If I got fame and you try to jacc
Ill make my homies proud
4th Qtr couple seconds
To the count down
If its demons in ya house
Bring em out now
Cause in the name of Jesus
Every knee g'on bow down
And every
and I'm agitated
If you don't know By now, then get acclimated
4th Qtr. Ball with no validation
I ain't no regular n**** (I'm Not)
Generic ain't never my
they do
Always in 4th qtr head can't be spinning round the room
I ain to blessed nigga catch me and leave my head in my food
not afraid of any risks
Not even afraid to fail
Give me a shovel and pail im painting this picture so well
Tossin theese qtrs in well
Lyrically gifted
the president i call the troops. Executive orders. Like im protecting borders. Lowkey im lebron. I been collecting them qtrs. Im drama free. I do not shit where i
care when y'all went n put my fam inna dirt
All I kno is violence
Keep my business private
O murda code of silence
Yeaa my City wyelin
Grindin 4 qtrs
Loot
4 qtr hawks game telling Atl shoot
A OutKast not in a Atl Group
Play with me you gone end up on Atl Scoop
Avoiding confrontations cause I
have them qtr for cheap
They called me pay phone
Shorti keep saying she love
It ain’t no love in me
Everybody saying they got it
You
babyboy. Like I never left. Truss meh g. Rule number 3. Aim above the neck. Got the game wrapped in a padlock. I’m 23. 4th qtr. 2 sec last shot. Ya day ones
the knowledge from the OGs. 3.5s Qtrs halfs OZs. Stop lyin u ain't never touched a whole p. Big ass blunt that bitch weigh up 14. Fuck around and smoke that shit
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