4th Quarter ft. MCM Sammy Lyrics

Baby ima ball till these niggas

hang up my jersey

And I couldn't do 9 to 5

They overworked me

I was off a bean

But I levitate on them perky's

And I had to drive

Cuz the T.S.A always search me

Baby you a treesh

I ain't pullin up wit no average

I know you a freak

But them tittie's coming in plastic

You can make it clap

But I wanna see you do backflips

No practice

Forreal

Lets see a hat trick

You know I don't fuck wit them niggas

They really randoms

Baby I might still hit a play

In some Nike sandles

In town

Dripped down

Versace flannel

Grr Bow

30 Rounds

He couldn't handle

Com de garçon

Bet you're bitch she adore me

Mike Amiri down

Tell your bitch to Dior me

I'm the internet

Tell your bitch to explore me

We was in the nose bleeds

Now we up in the floor seats

They don't understand

It was never a fair game

Had to switch lanes

Couple niggas done part ways

Ballin in L.A

Now we down at the Barclay's

You niggas never change

I can see that you all lame