Fetti4lm - Big 4

You want smoke over a bitch bro you mad Iont got nothing
Talking like I ain't moved I know he he bluffing
I done made lil bro a monster since I fronted him that onion
I used to be Lil fetti I'm big four now I be stuntin
They love me in the trap so I won't leave it til I'm under
Jump out on ya block when it ain't rainin make it thunder
I think most these niggas crabs you know they come in by the cluster
Them niggas need to ketchup they been using to Mustard

It's a couple niggas plottin I be waitin g lock got no safety u jump u gone meet satin
Get the D in the backyard get the hard down in the basement
He knew I was that nigga when I took his bitch from placement
I'm scared to a drill I heard you nigggas snitchin
Momma knew I wasn't normal when I called her from the district
And niggas pillow talking sending messages through bitches
I gave y'all plenty chances last strike and then I'm hitting
You know we be spinnin and glizzy keep a fidget
He shootin yo the city but what's crazy he ain't missing
And what's crazy I been chillin Layin low fuckin wit bitches
You took it to the socials could've asked me for my digets
And don't call me a rapper until I'm signed
Cause I'll still do a hit a won't have music on my mind
Make a phone call to ya bitch while I have junkies wait in line

You want smoke over a bitch bro you mad Iont got nothing
Talking like I ain't moved I know he he bluffing
I done made lil bro a monster since I fronted him that onion
I used to be Lil fetti I'm big four now I be stuntin
They love me in the trap so I won't leave it til I'm under
Jump out on ya block when it ain't rainin make it thunder
I think most these niggas crabs you know they come in by the cluster
Them niggas need to ketchup they been using to Mustard

And I heard what they sayin it don't mean nothing
I won't move a muscle I just send killers to touch you
And bitch I weigh 150 so Iont Tussle Iont participate in fighting but this 40 make it rumble
Now why would I be worried I'm just cautious
I made too much in Kensington the feds can't get em off us
Nigga they ain't teach us none we ain't have money for lawyers
We gone wipe a nigga clean if he ever say he taught us
And I won't beef over no bitch cause too be honest it ain't worth it
I know I ain't gone die I'm helping out the other person
Glizzy always say he mad he say them shootings don't be workin
My homie vibe been Slimey every since he took a perky
I gave u all my trust and then u lied and made it worser
And he won't play wit us if he throw 4's he put that work in
No bitch you can't stay wit us cause you too loud and u keep twerking
Turn a nigga angel dust I fucked his broad I know he hurtin

You want smoke over a bitch bro you mad Iont got nothing
Talking like I ain't moved I know he he bluffing
I done made lil bro a monster since I fronted him that onion
I used to be Lil fetti I'm big four now I be stuntin
They love me in the trap so I won't leave it til I'm under
Jump out on ya block when it ain't rainin make it thunder
I think most these niggas crabs you know they come in by the cluster
Them niggas need to ketchup they been using to Mustard

Written by:
Khaalid Wilcox

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