Lyrics

(And then Connor can hop in and do his thing
And then he can tell me what he wants to do
I think he said he wanna make it 4 bars instead of 8)

Okay
Yeah
Yeah
This that shit that put niggas on

I say 1 2 3 4, why you in a rush
Can’t you-
Can’t you see that we gon roll up in the cut
I can-
Baby girl I see that you up in a rut
Why you sittin there thinkin bout all that other stuff

I said hol up
We gon make you niggas throw up
When you see the shit we roll up
You gon see that we done grown up
You gon see that we done glowed up
All my money gonna stack up
Hope you bitches taking track, uh
You can’t hop up on a track bruh
You can’t hop up on-
This for all them niggas that’s in the back
Hope that you feelin attacked
Talkin like you the ones really that got it like that
But really we bringin the crack
Your girl want a nigga that look like a pot o gold
Ain’t playin old games like a commodore
So many zeros she ask where the commas go
Just gimme a minute to count some more

I say 1 2 3 4, why you in a rush
Can’t you-
Can’t you see that we gon roll up in the cut
I can-
I can see that you been all up in a rut
Why you sittin there thinkin bout all that other stuff

She talkin stupid like I give a fuck
I’m bout walk
Now she wanna to touch
I go berserk when I’m in her guts
She like to talk
But I like to fuck
This be that play it at party shit get crazy
How you doin baby I got something to roll
Fuck what you know
This is the code
Feel like the goat
Huh wait
Yeah
They ain’t been wrapping like this shit
No They just keep capping for bitches
for real they be laughable
Name someone harder than this
bars harder than bricks
They Lucky the booth isn’t flammable
Yeah the kid got it like this
No body be writin my shit
Eat the beat like an animal
Look at the money
You can’t take none from me
I wish I could go and count it up quicker like

I say 1 2 3 4, why you in a rush
Can’t you-
Can’t you see that we gon roll up in the cut
I can-
I can see that you been all up in a rut
Why you sittin there thinkin bout all that other stuff

1 2 Pre rolleds, I be smoking runtz
Money or pussy I’m fiendin for some
100 ain’t shit i be needing enough
I ball for my daughters i Phoenix my suns
She sick to they stomach need Kleenex & Tums
She thought i was feeling she was a munch
A eater
I hit when i need her I bunt, I’m Jeter
I’m throwing it deep more than one, receiver
Rambling and shit i been pouring tequila
Link with her friends like I ordered Amigas
Laughing it off like i need her facetious
A vegan she eating the meat on the weekend
I just gotta see it to make me believe it
She cold as the winter her favorite season
I’m blunt as the weed is, i say what I’m thinking
1 2 3 4 why you in a rush, take your time for me
Know i only wanted the brain don’t lose your mind on me
I got her court side I’m ballin norf side
You thought about finding me, you know where I be, 4Deep