Yeah
I can't cap forgot that lil bitch number now can't call her back (yeah)
Yeah, me and Mono finna go crazy in this one for real (ha I'm already knowing twin)
Yeah, I can't cap, since I was a jet I never f*cked with school
I can't cap, since I was a jet I never f*cked with you
Keep it cool, hit the target, all my brothers sick, I let them shoot at you
She think I ain't the shit, then okay bitch, just let me prove to you
I can ball so hard, I hang my jersey in the hall of fame
When I get more money, switch the number, they can't call my name
I see when I get noticed, it's so hard for them to stay the same
Realer than the truth, but KTA it's in my middle name
Veteran boy, now I used to sit nigga
Since I was a jit, I always knew you was that bitch, nigga
Lookin' through the table, watch adjusting to my wrist, nigga
He thinkin' that he better than us, his jaw bite on this wrist, nigga (damn, let's go)
I feel like I'm Batman way I'm saving all these hoes
Luh mono, it's 4FE, what K5 say he take off fros
Call up tay big cuh gone rock out with that button and leave shit froze
The day a nigga try to wop gone leave shit face down on the floor
Hit kota up bro nem spazzed out
Hella guns look like a flash out
Fine ass swear she want the back shots but I swear her ass gone tap out
Bitch I'm growing me a big knot, any day can pull them racks out
Hoe ass niggas in my face but whole time know they ass be capped out
I can't cap forgot that lil bitch number now can't call her back
I say lil cuh wanna play I throw that bitch some like a quarter back
Leave his lil ass fried like chic-fil-a just like that turtle back
Black out all the V's, you can't see in, sum like that Cadillac
Hotboxing the car I feel like turning on the fan
What the f*ck I look like stopping and I ain't pop in with no plan
Baby girl you can pull up, I don't know about you staying
Lil Girl you never touch sum momey, fawk you talking bout a grand (Bitch)
Land bitch
Bullets come long range you bet not stand bitch
They always dealt against me, you don't know what's in this hand bitch
My girl can blow down on that nigga, I ain't talking bout no fan bitch
I know you can't come back you already sunk down in that sand bitch (yeah)
4FEmusic - Hall of Fame (feat. Real Kota & Mono2x) Lyrics
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Yeah
I can't cap forgot that lil bitch number now can't call her back (yeah)
Yeah, me and Mono finna go crazy in this one for real (ha I'm already knowing twin)
Yeah, I can't cap, since I was a jet I never f*cked with school
I can't cap, since I was a jet I never f*cked with you
Keep it cool, hit the target, all my brothers sick, I let them shoot at you
She think I ain't the shit, then okay bitch, just let me prove to you
I can ball so hard, I hang my jersey in the hall of fame
When I get more money, switch the number, they can't call my name
I see when I get noticed, it's so hard for them to stay the same
Realer than the truth, but KTA it's in my middle name
Veteran boy, now I used to sit nigga
Since I was a jit, I always knew you was that bitch, nigga
Lookin' through the table, watch adjusting to my wrist, nigga
He thinkin' that he better than us, his jaw bite on this wrist, nigga (damn, let's go)
I feel like I'm Batman way I'm saving all these hoes
Luh mono, it's 4FE, what K5 say he take off fros
Call up tay big cuh gone rock out with that button and leave shit froze
The day a nigga try to wop gone leave shit face down on the floor
Hit kota up bro nem spazzed out
Hella guns look like a flash out
Fine ass swear she want the back shots but I swear her ass gone tap out
Bitch I'm growing me a big knot, any day can pull them racks out
Hoe ass niggas in my face but whole time know they ass be capped out
I can't cap forgot that lil bitch number now can't call her back
I say lil cuh wanna play I throw that bitch some like a quarter back
Leave his lil ass fried like chic-fil-a just like that turtle back
Black out all the V's, you can't see in, sum like that Cadillac
Hotboxing the car I feel like turning on the fan
What the f*ck I look like stopping and I ain't pop in with no plan
Baby girl you can pull up, I don't know about you staying
Lil Girl you never touch sum momey, fawk you talking bout a grand (Bitch)
Land bitch
Bullets come long range you bet not stand bitch
They always dealt against me, you don't know what's in this hand bitch
My girl can blow down on that nigga, I ain't talking bout no fan bitch
I know you can't come back you already sunk down in that sand bitch (yeah)
I can't cap forgot that lil bitch number now can't call her back (yeah)
Yeah, me and Mono finna go crazy in this one for real (ha I'm already knowing twin)
Yeah, I can't cap, since I was a jet I never f*cked with school
I can't cap, since I was a jet I never f*cked with you
Keep it cool, hit the target, all my brothers sick, I let them shoot at you
She think I ain't the shit, then okay bitch, just let me prove to you
I can ball so hard, I hang my jersey in the hall of fame
When I get more money, switch the number, they can't call my name
I see when I get noticed, it's so hard for them to stay the same
Realer than the truth, but KTA it's in my middle name
Veteran boy, now I used to sit nigga
Since I was a jit, I always knew you was that bitch, nigga
Lookin' through the table, watch adjusting to my wrist, nigga
He thinkin' that he better than us, his jaw bite on this wrist, nigga (damn, let's go)
I feel like I'm Batman way I'm saving all these hoes
Luh mono, it's 4FE, what K5 say he take off fros
Call up tay big cuh gone rock out with that button and leave shit froze
The day a nigga try to wop gone leave shit face down on the floor
Hit kota up bro nem spazzed out
Hella guns look like a flash out
Fine ass swear she want the back shots but I swear her ass gone tap out
Bitch I'm growing me a big knot, any day can pull them racks out
Hoe ass niggas in my face but whole time know they ass be capped out
I can't cap forgot that lil bitch number now can't call her back
I say lil cuh wanna play I throw that bitch some like a quarter back
Leave his lil ass fried like chic-fil-a just like that turtle back
Black out all the V's, you can't see in, sum like that Cadillac
Hotboxing the car I feel like turning on the fan
What the f*ck I look like stopping and I ain't pop in with no plan
Baby girl you can pull up, I don't know about you staying
Lil Girl you never touch sum momey, fawk you talking bout a grand (Bitch)
Land bitch
Bullets come long range you bet not stand bitch
They always dealt against me, you don't know what's in this hand bitch
My girl can blow down on that nigga, I ain't talking bout no fan bitch
I know you can't come back you already sunk down in that sand bitch (yeah)
Writer: Jacob Robinson, Armani Laudicina
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid