4njig & Babar - INTRO Lyrics

(Big body Bugatti, exotic frames what he got and I got bitch that ain't the same)

(Uh, Yeah)

Yeah, Imma hop on the PJ my one way to fame,
Ice on my neck I just left Johnny Dang
Big body Bugatti exotic frames
What he got and I got bitch that ain't the same
Two tone my AP I look like a stain
Reach for my pockets a whole climate change
She fill her nose with some snow make it rain
Watch bodies drop nigga reach for my chain

Hop on the PJ my one way to fame,
Ice on my neck I just left Johnny Dang
Big body Bugatti exotic frames
What he got and I got bitch that ain't the same
Two tone my AP I look like a stain
Reach for my pockets a whole climate change
She fill her nose with some snow make it rain
Watch bodies drop nigga reach for my chain
(Jig)
My bro in the can and he sleep with a shank,
Them hunnits falling out
My pockets like bank
Wide body cat hard to stay in my lane
Shorty got load and that motherf*cker swang
Bitch got some nerves asking what is my name
F*ck around and wake the hood up when we spin,
One way to fame on my way imma sin
Don't hit my phone tryna ask how I been,
High in the sky me and bro sipping lean
Turn these rappers off the way they keep switching
High off a perc I'm just scratching and itching
My bitch on the phone she tripping for no reason
One way to fame from no food in the kitchen
I hang with trappers and robbers they grimy
Babar with me wish a f*ck boy would try me
Someone tell instagram to verify me

Yeah Imma hop on the PJ my one way to fame,
Ice on my neck I just left Johnny Dang
Big body Bugatti exotic frames
What he got and I got bitch that ain't the same
Two tone my AP I look like a stain
Reach for my pockets a whole climate change
She fill her nose with some snow make it rain
Watch bodies drop nigga reach for my chain

Hop on the PJ my one way to fame,
Ice on my neck I just left Johnny Dang
Big body Bugatti exotic frames
What he got and I got bitch that ain't the same
Two tone my AP I look like a stain
Reach for my pockets a whole climate change
She fill her nose with some snow make it rain
Watch bodies drop nigga reach for my chain

First nigga run up get hit that with burner
Run from Obama might blow like Osama
Niggas be acting like hood lil mamas
Bitch take it back cause I ain't with the drama
Smack a bitch ass now she calling my doctor
It's spin-a-thon spin the block helicopter
I made a promise I'll die with my chopper
Niggas be snakes in the grass imma hop em
Go get the stick have lil folks n em mop em
Just like a mixtape tell bro n em drop em
This that new dior my bitch n em cop it
One way to fame and I'm flying in private
Hop off the jet in the foreign I'm driving
Wock by the pints cause my cousin prescribing
Minding my business with all of that smiling
Ice on my wrist just might freeze up my timing

(timing, timing, timing, timing, timing, timing)