1TEC - 4AM In Norfolk Lyrics

Uh, D-White's 100, I trapped in these hoes a hundred days
Really from the mud, I watched my cousin make a hundred plays
Crazy part about it, he just did this shit the other day
Tryna get some money, bitch, I finally found another way
Niggas say it's smoke, I'm quick to shoot, don't come outside today
Pray I don't get booked, cause if I do, I won't get bond today
L, he got a hundred, I got a hundred, that's a half a M
Hollows get the bust and bullets bigger than some M&Ms
Lately I been trappin', it ain't hard to see we passin' niggas
I don't post shit, only my fit, the feds be watchin', niggas
Did this shit organic never been the type to copy, niggas
Always get the money, just keep lookin', you'll find me, niggas
Niggas hoes, always tryna beef about a bitch
Niggas really don't want problems, we'll smoke you like a zip
And my pocket's full of crips, bitch, I been like this since a jit
When I'm f*ckin' on your bitch, that hoe like, Tec, let's take a pic
I ain't on that, probably would've, but you already ate the dick
We ain't stressin' bout no smoke, for every opp, we gotta switch
I ain't speakin' on no nigga, but I heard you niggas snitch
They be askin' where I been, I'm in the city, gettin' rich
Me and Fonz, like Ace and Mitch, we can't fall out bout a bitch
Bitch, I hit a lick with them, cause I was down bad on my dick
Never need a hoe for nothin', I just need her suck my dick
I be ridin' round dolo, I ain't got a call the click
I got a hundred hoes, bitch, I dog them out, bitch, I'm a pit
I be smokin' real za, that shit you sellin', make me sick
I been gettin' to this shit, look at these diamonds on my wrist
I ain't worried bout no nigga, we quick to shoot, they quick to diss
Uh, can't take a 50 and shoot this bitch, then I'ma blow you down
Trappin' hard four pockets full, that's how I ride around
And don't be actin' like it's smoke, cause we gon' gun you down
And we ain't never squashing shit, don't get caught out of bounds