4th Quarter Lyrics

All right, let's get it, been spazzin' for a minute

When they see me out in person, they're like, damn, kid, you did it

I been makin' songs and slippin' strong, damn, I admit it

And I been that same nigga, young, savage, with the fitted

I be stuck right in between, go shoot, they block, or stay acquitted

Felt impossible to win, cause all the sins that I committed

Make it happen, countin' stacks, I can't be fuckin' up my digits

If you lackin', then it's crackin', see, his wig, we gotta split it

Independent, ran this shit up independent

Against the ropes, but I'm the hope, I'm gon' be richer than lieutenant

Ain't no label independent, I got problems savin' money like the spend it

We got problems, let them have it, see, they block, we gotta bend it

See this Glock, we gotta send it, if I said it, then I meant it

I'm never runnin' out of bars, so give it up, I recommend it

Play with pistols, they'll hit you, slide on us, won't recommend it

Must be lyrics in this lemonade, I feel like Cole Bennett

I got used to her dependin' on me, beggin' me to send it

In the shit right on my sleeve, I cannot hide, I can't pretend it

We'll hit you and your man, them niggas started, so we end it

Glock 9s, we got plenty, shooters a shoot without a penny

I was broke still, tryin' to get a bro in jail, some money

I was broke still, tryin' to get his hoe out here, some money

Now I got a lot of money, and my money never funny

We'll kidnap Sonny, bitch, I'm Howard F. Dunham

On they ass, I came from doin' bad, but now my spaz comin

On the grind from night to day, ain't gettin' no sleep like I'm a mummy

If you wanna go and get it, niggas duckin' from the money

Money, mom, forever chasin', I don't care about what I'm facin

Got me back on my bully, though, paper thick like cookie, though

Meet me halfway, you'll get hit with a fully, though

Really, though, started rappin' fire, thanks to Millie, though

She wanna be with me, but fuckin' niggas, she a silly hoe

Put that shit aside and get this money, though, really, though

Million dollars worth of games, shoutout my nigga, Gilly, though

Your friends, they keep you stagnant while the strangers get you rich

Mention me, but never step to me, nigga, you a bitch

Signin' papers, givin' hints out, nigga, you a snitch

Nigga, that's a bitch, uh, now you in a ditch, uh

Steppin' on these niggas, know my name, I feel like Mitch, uh

Now I feel like Mitch, uh