4xkay - Whatever To Make It Home Lyrics

DT, beats
Bro, what the f*ck, man? You boys don't want no money
I'm tryna make them feel the rain, f*ck if it's sunny

When we was young, we came up punchin', we grew up and started clutchin'
Don't need to stress, I kick her out, she get to fussin'
Catch that boy and get to bussin', we ain't havin' no discussion
He been claimin' all them shots that hit my cousin, f*ck is up with him

I catch him comin' out his crib, I didn't have to spin
She really f*ckin' with me, lil' nigga, I ain't have to spend
I'm f*ckin' with the bitch, but I'm a dog, I crash half her friends
I ain't frontin', niggas, shit, you gotta have at least half in hand

I swear he wouldnt never be that tough if he ain't have his mans
I seen a nigga with a bag, lose it all, cause he ain't have a plan
I looked up to the hustlers, all I ever seen was bags and grams
I can't wrestle with no nigga, I swear to God, this ain't Dagestan

Bout that paper, I let it rock, I can take you niggas to Pakistan
I catch this pussy, don't say shit, just hit the chat like New Pack is in
You can call it what you want, I send my shots and made it home
I'm gettin' to it, she can tell it by the scent of my cologne

Different numbers hit my phone, it's either drank or it's a play
And if your artist need a verse, just like my name, start with a K
Why dog keep dissin' them songs, but when I see him, play it safe
These niggas hungry, said they havin' it, my face can't up no pape

I've been a man since like 13, bro, I can tell you niggas late
You had to change, you niggas played
Now you can't never be the gang
4CP, that be the set, me and my brothers is up next

Size 10, but I can't keep these bitches off niggas neck
I'm playin' ref, let a nigga foul me, I'm uppin tech
I let her ride around with a G she see, some shit that take her breath
Mr. never cared, I'm never scared, my chain on everywhere

They should've told you don't compete where you can't compare
I'm sensitive, I get them touch if I don't like his stare
I hit this bitch, then hit the door like I was never there
You get your four, I get my four, it won't be fair

You diss the guys, that's suicide, you sentenced to that chair
I get a loaf, I'm breakin' bread, I gotta share
These niggas on they ass, couldn't get no pape if it was a f*ckin' dare
Bro, what the f*ck, man, you boys don't want no money

I'm tryna make them feel the rain, f*ck if it's sunny
When we was young, we came up punchin', we grew up and started clutchin'
Don't need to stress, I kick her out, she get to fussin'