Lyrics 7444 - Cash Kidd, Glockboyz Tez

7444

Woo, big four-five leave a nigga missing
Baptize your bitch, turned her to a Christian
Drum on the chopper, we play for the Pistons
If a nigga want beef, meet me in the kitchen
All my niggas strapped, all your niggas lackin'
He ain’t 'bout that action, we can get it crackin'
We ain’t meeting up, we catch niggas in traffic
Hit a nigga with a semi-automatic
She said she want some dick, she can get it then
If you want some problems, we can get it in
Take your pick, you want the chopper or the F&N?
In the coupe, buffed up with my nigga Ben, bitch
All facts nigga, no lies
I want a Cuban 'round my neck, fuck a bowtie
I want some chicken in my pockets, nigga no fries
Neck was fire, but the bitch can’t get no prize (why?)
'Cause bitch you a rat
Now bend your ass over, let me hit it from the back
I’m a dog, but I wanna stick my bone in your cat
I’m the reason why your bitch ass getting fat nigga
Woo, bitch head fine, pussy mediocre
Fuck around and punch this little bitch a closure
Ten K in gift cards, shout out my bitch at Kroger
In line with that pole, I feel like a voter
On I-75, 'bout to merge on
On my way to the *beep* to get them percs gone
Then I’m headed back to Cali, that’s my third home
These lil niggas boosting like a chirp phone
Can’t no nigga play me like a bitch
Three-five in the wood like KD on the bench
Ninety-nine problems, no bitch made it to that list
Let a nigga get hard, I’ma spray him like some spritz
Don just FaceTime-d me, drum hanging from the clip
Up the forty on his ass, never dangle in this bitch
Ron Deal in my background, facing on a zip
Yeah I came up punching like I’m Stacy in this bitch, yeah
Just give a bad bitch a TextNow number
Wasn’t tryna get money, logged out on her
Your bitch tried to act sleep, had to side-stroke her
Big ass four-five knock a cow over nigga