4th Qtr. Seven - Qtr. Flow

We getting to some Money in my circle, ain't no sittin around
In my city they'll hurt ya, these Boys don't do no kidding around
AR with the cooling kit'll hit and make him spin around
It's a fan up on this Bitch, ima Blow you Better get down
Errybody a killa, errybody wit tha shit now
Put my paper on Manila, all these Bitches on my dick now
Made my dreams a lil mo reala, all my Businesses legit now
Trynna take care of my chillun, stack my grip, and Bust my wrist down
But I'm so 2600, I Be riding getting Blunted
Good gelato in my Vega, Eight of codeine in my stomach
Out in public with that 30 thuggin, tucked under my nuts
I up this Bitch and ima Bust, won't do no fighting or no fussin
Mama told me I Be tripping, said at least I got it honest
But I promise, I ain't folding and I put that on my youngest
All 4 Quarters, we gone run it, all the yoppas hold a 100
Nike Ski, it ain't no face, it ain't no case
Don't know who done it
Started small, But I'm Big now (Huge)
Can't remember last time I Broke no mid down (Don't)
My lil Dawg a farmer, But don't want no pigs around (Nope)
Plenty Baby Bottles, But don't see no kids around (Not One)
Come around talking that Gangsta shit, we'll sit'em down (Yes Sir)
These Niggas really Bitches Dawg, need a wig and gown (Shame)
AR-5.56'll fold em up and pin em down (Boom)
Put you and yo patna on this Bitch, she get around (She get around, nigga)
If I crash, ain't no Bandicoot
I ain't playing Boy, that Choppa dismantle you and yo clan too
Ain't no white flags or truce
My lil nigga gone go nuts like the planters dude
Click, Blam, and Poof
So what the lick read
Don't do no hop outs, come through spinning on that 10 speed
I'm goin fed, them Blue tips'll get em swish cheesed
Them infrareds Blew him down, that's a stiff Breeze
Bitch I'm the Big Cheeze
Throwed T, Londa Ray Gone load me
Ima shoot this Bitch Kobe, Drop the top Manu Ginobli
I need all the guacamole and Fettuccine that they owe me
Hold my dick and show my gold in every picture when I pose
It's Tha 4
Started small, But I'm Big now (Huge)
Can't remember last time I Broke no mid down (Don't)
My lil Dawg a farmer, But don't want no pigs around (Nope)
Plenty Baby Bottles, But don't see no kids around (Not One)
Come around talking that Gangsta shit, we'll sit'em down (Yes Sir)
These Niggas really Bitches Dawg, need a wig and gown (Shame)
AR-5.56'll fold em up and pin em down (Boom)
Put you and yo patna on this Bitch, she get around (She get around, nigga)

Written by:
Tavares Hardman

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