4th Quarter Bags Freestyle Lyrics

4th Quarter Bags

Always come in the clutch

If you can't up the score

Don't step on the bus

I'm like Kobe

When he pull-up from the Mid range

If you thinking bout balling

We ain't talking bout the same thing

Remember I was last place

Had to switch lanes

Now it's finish line time

And I'm finna let my nuts hang

Bitch wish she could fuck

A nigga like me

I jelly on a bitch

Call a nigga Kyrie

OD

Fresh ass Hanes white to

G Faz on feet

Running shit like cleats

On track

Baby I don't sleep just nap

Just in case a Nigga

Wanna get me wacked

Payed flat

Please don't step on my premises

I'll leave ya dead

Ion care about witnesses

God my only judge

Ion care bout sentences

So if he open up that door

Imma finish him

Grinning

Folks asking me how I'm feeling

Look at my teeth my wrist

I'm chillin

Big ass house

That's how I'm living

Next door neighbors

Probly think I'm dealing

These children

Bout the only thing I'll cry for

If you make my cry

Bet I make your mama cry more

Heathen

At 16 I was thievin

Now I got it up

Spending cash no reason

A lil weak ass nigga

Just something I ain't never been

Think I got the juice now

Wait till I settle in

Remember

I was just bicycle pedaling

Now it's all black twin turbo

When I'm reving it

Fat

Bout the only way that that ass sit

Baby ain't never missed her cornbread and cabbage

You'd never think

There was a time she ain't really had shit

Now she spend a couple thousand on plants

Living lavish

Next probly put her in a jet

Less traffic

Alpaca rug

Don't rub just pat it

It's all Fun and games

Bags In it to win it

Lil less like cane

More Denice the menace

4th quarter bags

Always come in the clutch

If you can't up the score

Don't step on the bus

If you can't run the floor

Don't talk

Just hush

You niggas talk to much

I'm bank

Like Russ

Them my dogs like scooby doo

Kids still meddling

I know you hear this shit

Who you really think you better than

Like its always Halloween

All he know

How to treat a trick

Bruh straight fruit

Who you think you really beefing with

Schemin

On how to be awake while dreaming

Lot of good lil evil

Don't give me a reason

Pleading

I'm begging you Niggas

Heart bleeding

Lot of good lil evil

Don't give me a reason

Scappin

If I want it I'll make it happen

put that boy in a V12

still gon lap him

Racing

Killed the beat

Murder was the case

I'll throw it on a track

Like I throw it in ya face

Still Bags

When you niggas ever gon learn

I'll get a nigga straight

Like I'm handing out perms

Ion care if it's change

Niggas where my quarters at

I'll make this crowd scramble

Like the chiefs quarterback

You ain't never seen

Denzel

Training Day

If you hang around with Jake

Shit ain't gon end okay

Small circle

Real niggas

No stressing

If they loyal from the jump

You get up

Gotta bless 'em

God test me

If they forming weapons

Please vest me

And I know the devil want me

But I hope he never catch me

The reaper

A class G soul seeker

But I probly reserect

I ain't no deep sleeper

Like fifa

When I kick this shit

Imma score

When you play ranaldo

It get messi on the floor

I'm vogue

Pretty nigga

Came out the creek

When they hear a Nigga speak

Probly hand me the key

To the city

Already know you fucking with me

And I will always love you

Like I'm singing with Whitney

Ma I'm sorry

If they ever catch me in the lobby

And I gotta dance with the devil

Ladi Dadi

For my sake

I hope they never catch me on tape

Cuz I did a couple things

That'll probly seal my fate

Like I bake

Im always gon get to the cake

Imma get it off the beat

Then get it out the bank

Like tank

Stalk a nigga till the 4th round

And right when you think you up

Imma gon put you down

On the town Nigga