Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In 4, artist - NoCap. Album song The Hood Dictionary, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
In 4 |
This mornin', I brushed my teeth, I grabbed my Glock off the hotel stand |
Shot my mama a text, «Thanks for makin' me a man» |
I stopped by Dillard’s, grabbed a pack of Polo t-shirts |
They were slim fit, I got a slim bitch |
But that ain’t my bitch, don’t even know why I mentioned this |
Then I hit up John Popi, got a zip of biscotti |
They painted up my billboard, they did some hella climbin' |
Got me back and forth to court 'bout somethin' I want behind me |
The opps, they know where I’m at, but they won’t come and find me |
The opps, they know where I’m at, it ain’t like I’m hidin' |
I tried to spare 'em, tried to look over the biggest shit |
If I put down my remote, then Lil Joe gon' click |
Tie him up on speakerphone, let his mama hear it |
I’ll kill his whole crew and still be on some humble shit |
And I get fly as hell especially in an orange fit |
These niggas must die and I ain’t talkin' armpits |
And I need y’all to stop comparin' me, your favorite rapper flow from me |
These rappers not approachin' me but I hear that it’s smoke with me |
But tell them if they want to kill me (Ayy) |
Tell them that it won’t be easy |
I ride with Drakes like I’m Lil Weezy |
And I still feel like somethin' missing |
I’m forever reppin' 16 |
They ain’t got no problem with riskin' life for me |
I shine with no problem, that’s why they really hate me |
«More money, more problems» prolly the realest statement |
I just talked to Lil Durk, it was 'bout real estate |
I want a lil' more paper but rappin' got me straight |
Everything ain’t good, I still wanna see better days |
Disrespect the dead, seen burnt flowers on Fred grave |
And I could never respond, they blow up what I say |
I seen death around the corner and went the other way |
They ain’t picture me comin', in my dreams I see me runnin' up on them |
With the stick, box him right in the corner I ain’t talkin' McGregor |
I just checked a hundred racks on my schedule |
Hate, I ain’t responding now, you niggas can’t even get to my level |
I already fucked the bitch way before I even had met her |
I just got in the game, they watched me go put flawless on metal |
Ayy, really ride with 9's, I don’t pretend |
Ayy, I just bought Versace just to sleep in |
Ayy, your dead homie’s somethin' I don’t know about |
But if his killer go to jail, I’m tryna bond him out |
Might have some babies in your crib 'cause we gon' come inside |
We want your casket closed so all we know is open fire (Ayy) |
Slim left, that’s why I tote this gun on my right hip |
If he hops, death be comin' right behind him like an ad-lib |
You gon' have to fake your death, I’m tellin' you, for real, it’s gon' get that |
real |
It’s so easy to lose like car keys |
Ended my night with red and RP’s at the studio |
I’m happy that I got a soul that I ain’t never sold |
Havin' sex with hoes who wouldn’t fuck me like a year ago |
I’m dressin' rich, but the inside of me still broke |
Know I’m a rapper, still got niggas I’d kill for |
Get real high, I get booted up like steel toes |
I’m in too, thought I’d give you some of this info |
Know you want some, tell me, nigga, what you in for? |