Lyrics:
runnning thru sack
Like qtr backs
I'm shootin up 3s
N make em wit eeez
You niggas ain't fuckin wit me
Dirty sprite dirty sprite
Mix it up its delight
with it
I was fleeing from the faith but I wasn't proud of it
4th Qtr bouta ball out if you know I roll with it
Yeah they say they wanna
Ride for me
Sho’ that you hustle! Slangin'
Dope turned qtrs To a half
To a whole like its nothing
They said us black folks a
Never win and our life's
Amount
a
Hit...
Wet behind the ears...
Every qtr was my brick
Sa Pa's"...
Wanted me on oxa...
Gently declined...
Left niggas with nada...
When I was wet behind
Rich nigga, Made a qtr million ina trapp, rover truck, riding with a draco on my lap, they notice me, before i caught buzz with the rapp, i was
qtr, no pressure, I'm clutch like Derozan(Demar)
I was up on that block in the trap til closin(rollin)
A lot of these niggas ain't street, these niggas
I'm moving weight getting paid
My bornday already passed
Why ppl keep bringing ME cake
Gave em 11 on 2nd qtr
Now dis sorry for the weight
Yeeeaaaa yea
track1st Qtr...
4.wit the DNA run it wit Tha first play city lights in Manhattan that's a cold play Miami club live that's Tha better way sunset Hollywood
track1st Qtr...
4.wit the DNA run it wit Tha first play city lights in Manhattan that's a cold play Miami club live that's Tha better way sunset Hollywood
HOOK
All i ever wanted was a buss dwn
Qtr brick halfa brick to a brick getcha buss dwn getcha buss dwn getcha dussdwn
X2
These fuck niggaz hatin
the dope is gone
The battles just begun
I use to re up just for fun just keep the orders comin
I'm havin Battles in my sleep i cop from demons often
A qtr
mounty, boppin ain’t no stoppin, all this cash we keep on counting, sknow on table size of mountains while your moving qtr ounces, run the ball, drop
4th Qtr couple seconds
To the count down
If its demons in ya house
Bring em out now
Cause in the name of Jesus
Every knee g'on bow down
And every
steady askn where them dollars at
4qtrs send your partna bacc
I got game tell her holla bacc
If I got fame and you try to jacc
Ill make my homies proud
bluffin
If money ain't the discussion
I'm sorry bruh keep it pushin
A qtr of 97 it take me right to the moon
She hate it when I be gon
I tell her I'm
need 2 and a qtr
I got the 40 on me with the grip cuz i keep them blues on me like a crip
So dont make the news homie
I got bread but i want me some
have them qtr for cheap
They called me pay phone
Shorti keep saying she love
It ain’t no love in me
Everybody saying they got it
You
they do
Always in 4th qtr head can't be spinning round the room
I ain to blessed nigga catch me and leave my head in my food
the president i call the troops. Executive orders. Like im protecting borders. Lowkey im lebron. I been collecting them qtrs. Im drama free. I do not shit where i
not afraid of any risks
Not even afraid to fail
Give me a shovel and pail im painting this picture so well
Tossin theese qtrs in well
Lyrically gifted
Eu quero tudo eu penso alto
Era chinelin azul hoje e o tênis que eu quiser
Botei hype nas ratueiras
Eles cegos por fama vieram busca
O QTR não e
babyboy. Like I never left. Truss meh g. Rule number 3. Aim above the neck. Got the game wrapped in a padlock. I’m 23. 4th qtr. 2 sec last shot. Ya day ones
They gave my dawg a qtr
All love , but they owe ya
When ya jump
From out the slump
Bitch We rockin out for culture
Rock the stage
Go get paid
You know
the 1st Qtr better save the date
They say Haters hate and you know bakers bake
That mean we got something in common cause we making cake
Expensive dishes
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