Introduction Lyrics

See right here, you just came up with that in two seconds, fool

You see what I'm talking about, fool

Them other niggas can't do that shit, fool

I told you on that one shit, like I won't hop out on that

Fool, you the rapper nigga, fool

I heard a nigga say I fell off, like I don't be on that one shit

Like I won't hop out and kill everybody he come with

I put the 30 in the Glock, this bitch longer than a drumstick

Yo bitch, fucked the gang, you took her back, you on some dumb shit

You niggas on the same shit, like how that shit ain't getting old

You niggas made a hundred songs and still last, ain't getting close

Looking for your hoe she in Lil Buck basement she gettin fold

I love hoppin' out on feet, I'm still into getting bold

I love my bitches bad, bougie, Barbie's

Its gon' be worse when I get rich, I'ma be shootin' with my carti

It gon' be worse when I get rich, I might be slidin' out the Rari

You niggas coppin' out the beef, it ain't no point in sayin' sorry

If you don't make me work for it, I'ma think you tryna set me up

Unless I know that you a hoe, if you is, then just let me fuck

My name in her phone squirrel, only call her when I want a nut

Ain't talking about the big truck, but slow it down, bitch, I'm finna bust

You ain't really in that field, lil' nigga, stop trollin'

Sometimes that shit be takin' long, so that's why I'm not rollin'

Squeez wanna slide in the winter, it ain't gotta stop snowin'

Holliday fucked, then you cuffed, like that bitch not going

Aye, MeloMode 4, you know I'm hoppin' out the car, I'm on that four shit

got four sticks, ride with four blicks, don't get your folks hit

My lil' cousin tryna tweak, and that lil' nigga only 4'6

Don't know why they tryna beef, and they around her on some broke shit

I been grindin' the same fit for three days on some dirty shit

We do walk-ups, you shoot from far back, you on the curry tip

But you missin', so I guess you only curryin' when curry miss

Lost my bitch, beggin' for her back, I'm on the thirsty tip

I got an old-ass opp, and I'm fuckin' on his daughter

We been on that for some hours, hold on, bitch, I need a water

And when you dead, ain't no comin' back, no need for a charger

You dropped a one, I dropped a four, up in my pop, that's why it's darker

With your petty sippin' ass, we hoppin' out on feet

Tryna leave you in the grass, we catch you doin' chores, you gon' be slumped by the trash

Now, niggas can't fuck with me, so that's why them niggas mad

Put belt to ass like your dad

Nigga, know what the fuck goin' on, nigga

Big 417, nigga

like, what , this shit in you, been in you

This shit not new to you, this shit true to you

Fuck, is they talking about nigga, the fuck