B I G T H O M P - Big Four 2

Switches on dem glizzy
Yeah We only tote
Exotic glocks
Niggas fall out over bitches That's
Some shit that
Gotta stop
Slide on my block they spray
Ya whip just like a
Body shop
We Up on a Nigga
And make him freeze like he
Poppa doc
Yeah I'm from bama
I'm slide like I know
Jalen hurts
Yea he in da slamma
But they still gone put him
On a shirt
Grab a Fanta
I'm Tryna Drank some wock
And pop a perc
Before I let a Nigga
Take me ima
Slide first
Just like he had a cold
They gone come and wipe
His nose
Bad bitch she cut her hair
She look like
Amber rose
How he hit the stand
And told
Damn this
Nigga bold
We was taught to never tell
We stick too
The code
Know We get off on twelve
Dis a hellcat
Felt dem lil niggas on my trail
So I fell back
Pull up giving niggas hell
Where dem
Bells at
Same play dem niggas chill
We dropping
Shells at
Bitch you know dis real za
I know you Smell that
No I can't fuck with Dawg
'Cause he a snake
He get in my way
And we gone hit 'em wit da drac
You know dis shit get grimy
Nigga better play it safe
You know that I'm the biggest
Tell that boy get in his place
We'll hit your block and have
Them lil niggas get low
And you think lil mama clumsy
'Cause she always drop the loc
They know we in that field
We be stepping like the colts
You know des streets get cold
Nigga better grab a coat
On god

Written by:
Laterius Thompson

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