Baby C4 - In Advance

Poppin' pills just to keep it real
Making plays in the field, I just want a mill
For my angels, I'ma win, I can't even chill
Got a bitch, she on my line, I think she from Brazil
Ay
Caught a vibe, I can't even lie
Up the score, ain't doing ties, we don't even try
Ay
Chasing bands, I want hella bands
Ay
In advance, niggas, in advance
Ay
My whole life, I went through hell and back
I'm heaven-sent, man, I can't wait till I receive a plaque
I call these hoes Serena Williams, they just want the racks
I don't fit in with most these niggas, all they do is cap
Yeah, all they do is lie
Diamonds cut, no suicide
Making hits, I'm certified
Blue checks, now I'm verified
Who them boys they not with us, we pull up, they get terrified
I critique myself to be the best, I can't be satisfied
Ay
Twin choppers, that my kinfolk
Them niggas ain't on shit, ain't finna blow, then what you spin for
We eyeing niggas' tents, we tryna spray right through they window
Got 40K from rapping off my phone, that's just my intro
Can't say that you gon' ride for me
If you don't ride with me, the same ones who be watching me might end up really blinding me
I came right from that poverty to hitting lottery
I feel like Devin Booker from the Suns, ain't no one hot as me on gang
Popping pills just to keep it real
Making plays in the field, I just want the mill
For my angels, I'm a win, I can't even chill
Got a bitch, she on my line, I think she from Brazil
Ay
Caught a vibe, I can't even lie
Up the score, ain't doing ties, we don't even try
Ay
Chasing bands, I want hella bands
Ay
In advance , niggas in advance
Ay
We in advance , you know that we counting up hunnids
I'm finna get it for all of my niggas, we come from the trenches , I know they be gunning
One of the realest, my flow really one of the sickest, I ball on you niggas like Duncan
Hop in the Booth, and say fuck it, When I'm in the fourth, I don't punt it, I bet I'm a run it
No breezy
Nigga walk down too slime on that nigga, no ceedee
Hop in the Lamb , got gold, got rocks on my hand, y'all might go blind with these vv's
Pull up on the block with the gang, yo bitch, she a mop wit the brain she make shit look easy
Everybody carry they chop, for the niggas on top, that's what happen when niggas get greedy
Believe me
Would you believe me if I was on top
My heart in the box, and i'm keeping the lock
I call up my shawty, she give me the mop
A dinner wit hov or get 30 million, Y'all sliding wit jay then y'all niggas on wock
They say they want smoke, but them niggas want pop
I cut them a half like he wearing a crop
Ay
Ay
From the Future, I ain't sliding with my mask off
Hit that pussy with most stride it's like a fastball, was in that basement and I came up and I passed
y'all
My demons calling , but I told them this they last call
Popping pills just to keep it real
I just want a mil
For my angels I'm a win I can't even chill
I think she from brazil
Ay
Caught a vibe, I can't even lie
Up the score ain't doing ties, We don't even try
Ay
Chasing bands, I want to hella bands
Ay
In advance , niggas in advance
Ay

Written by:
Kevin Harris

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