4023 ft. Low n Litty Lyrics

Then I coped that Porsche, I was stunnin' on em

Then I copedt that Audi, I was stunnin' on em

All these niggas mad, I was stunnin' on em

And I got up in my bag, stunnin' on em

Thousand dollar pair of shoes on my feet, I feel like Meech, nigga

Claimin' that you like that, come and show me, nigga

Never had no handouts, never ever needed niggas

All these niggas fanned out, fuck wrong with these niggas

Let me tell you how I am, is I'm cocky? Yes, I am

Spend it bag and get it back, that's the way that I am

I ain't changin' for nobody, if you don't like it, well, I'm sorry

My feelings, bitch, I barred it, and I ain't forget just where I started

Voice of the neighborhood, and I came up from them trenches

I ain't have it all, nigga, used to wash up with them dishes

I ain't no thief, I hit the store, I bet you it will come up missing

know bro made a way, he stayed up in the kitchen

And all these lies these niggas told to make their name bigger

Cappin' like they got it now, be them main niggas

Only fuck with a couple few, that be them real niggas

Only know a couple few, grew up with drug dealers

I know they want me bad get out the way

Did my dirt all in the dark, I throw this mask away

I know they want me bad, get out the way

Did my dirt all in the dark, I throw this mask away

Handouts, niggas always mad, they be fanned out

Take they bitch, hoes be thirsty just to pull my pants down

I'm the man now, if you ain't know, then you know now

Got me and my feelings thinking deeply in my mode now

Walked in, thousand dollar shoes, these Louis Lows, nigga

Ice around my neck, freezer burn, I'm a cold nigga

I ain't gotta hate my pockets, fat these bitches way bigger

And I fuck with a bitch who better, better who low and way litter

And I ain't got a copy from nobody, you know I made niggas

I remember where I start, I paved the way, nigga

And I ain't got a copy from nobody, you know I made niggas

I remember where I start, I paved the way, nigga