Everyday I thank god for today
And just stay out the way
Stack my chips and stay Focus
Poppin shit like the seal
On a soda
Put that beef on the grill
And its smoke
Take no parts
In that internet killin
My niggas real killers
They itching to score
Bitch im back like jordan in the 4th
Still retro steppin on a hoe
Bitch im straight out the pot
In the kitchen
Im let them folks witness the Process of dope
Im too hot hoe im fresh off the Stove
Niggas not and that be the Whole joke
And bitch im knee deep in that Water
Thats why I go hard tryna keep It afloat
Yea we major lil bitch
You ain't know?
Stack that paper and get on the Road
And lil bitch im havin the flavors
I call my connect
Get em four for the four
Got your re up
Come get you a load
Out the freezer
Its already sold
And I had to move A lil smarter Go harder
They takin this shit for A joke
Put the game in the nelson
The choke
Askin question they already
Know
And I rock with killers
Official young niggas
While you tuckin
Yo gun in yo tote
Sucker shit get you hung on A rope
Bombin on em they know ima blow
Im jackin and juggin finnesing and flexing
Might bust ya lil head for A bow
Homerun get em outta there, Goneeeee
Get A load off at three ina morning
I went from servin lil 30s
On first st
To traffic tickets on the road
Need it fast boy
My trap A lil slow
Get it back
Put some shit on ya nose
Got my foot on they neck
SO!
You gone let up on em
Nigga no!
Tried to make em folks see it
Aint wanna believe me
Lil bitch im the mf goat
These niggas be scheming
Mf mosquitos
Blood suck a Nigga til he broke
Whats A rat to A mof*ckin roach
It dont matter they both gotta go
Im stuck with the gremlins
I'm missing my niggas
I pray for them when they in court
For em niggas i'll jump off the rope
Pillow talkin will get ya shit sewed
Need that for the low
Tell em come see bout me
Pull up and we got it
O.G. what we coppin
You better be bout it
Late nights and deep pockets
No need to sleep bout it
Im jugg the streets proudly
Ya dad was a shrimp that make You A pea body
I hang with G-bodies
Who'll slap the pee out em
Call up my unc tryna get A Whole P out em
Say he'll see bout me
Tryna get the streets rockin
Ian gone creep bout it
Im ttg bout it
Niggas can't see me
Be damned if they see bout me
Stealing the sauce bet ya I get A Fee out em
Stealing the sauce bet ya I get A Fee out em
Big Zoo G. - Jordan in the 4th Lyrics
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Everyday I thank god for today
And just stay out the way
Stack my chips and stay Focus
Poppin shit like the seal
On a soda
Put that beef on the grill
And its smoke
Take no parts
In that internet killin
My niggas real killers
They itching to score
Bitch im back like jordan in the 4th
Still retro steppin on a hoe
Bitch im straight out the pot
In the kitchen
Im let them folks witness the Process of dope
Im too hot hoe im fresh off the Stove
Niggas not and that be the Whole joke
And bitch im knee deep in that Water
Thats why I go hard tryna keep It afloat
Yea we major lil bitch
You ain't know?
Stack that paper and get on the Road
And lil bitch im havin the flavors
I call my connect
Get em four for the four
Got your re up
Come get you a load
Out the freezer
Its already sold
And I had to move A lil smarter Go harder
They takin this shit for A joke
Put the game in the nelson
The choke
Askin question they already
Know
And I rock with killers
Official young niggas
While you tuckin
Yo gun in yo tote
Sucker shit get you hung on A rope
Bombin on em they know ima blow
Im jackin and juggin finnesing and flexing
Might bust ya lil head for A bow
Homerun get em outta there, Goneeeee
Get A load off at three ina morning
I went from servin lil 30s
On first st
To traffic tickets on the road
Need it fast boy
My trap A lil slow
Get it back
Put some shit on ya nose
Got my foot on they neck
SO!
You gone let up on em
Nigga no!
Tried to make em folks see it
Aint wanna believe me
Lil bitch im the mf goat
These niggas be scheming
Mf mosquitos
Blood suck a Nigga til he broke
Whats A rat to A mof*ckin roach
It dont matter they both gotta go
Im stuck with the gremlins
I'm missing my niggas
I pray for them when they in court
For em niggas i'll jump off the rope
Pillow talkin will get ya shit sewed
Need that for the low
Tell em come see bout me
Pull up and we got it
O.G. what we coppin
You better be bout it
Late nights and deep pockets
No need to sleep bout it
Im jugg the streets proudly
Ya dad was a shrimp that make You A pea body
I hang with G-bodies
Who'll slap the pee out em
Call up my unc tryna get A Whole P out em
Say he'll see bout me
Tryna get the streets rockin
Ian gone creep bout it
Im ttg bout it
Niggas can't see me
Be damned if they see bout me
Stealing the sauce bet ya I get A Fee out em
Stealing the sauce bet ya I get A Fee out em
And just stay out the way
Stack my chips and stay Focus
Poppin shit like the seal
On a soda
Put that beef on the grill
And its smoke
Take no parts
In that internet killin
My niggas real killers
They itching to score
Bitch im back like jordan in the 4th
Still retro steppin on a hoe
Bitch im straight out the pot
In the kitchen
Im let them folks witness the Process of dope
Im too hot hoe im fresh off the Stove
Niggas not and that be the Whole joke
And bitch im knee deep in that Water
Thats why I go hard tryna keep It afloat
Yea we major lil bitch
You ain't know?
Stack that paper and get on the Road
And lil bitch im havin the flavors
I call my connect
Get em four for the four
Got your re up
Come get you a load
Out the freezer
Its already sold
And I had to move A lil smarter Go harder
They takin this shit for A joke
Put the game in the nelson
The choke
Askin question they already
Know
And I rock with killers
Official young niggas
While you tuckin
Yo gun in yo tote
Sucker shit get you hung on A rope
Bombin on em they know ima blow
Im jackin and juggin finnesing and flexing
Might bust ya lil head for A bow
Homerun get em outta there, Goneeeee
Get A load off at three ina morning
I went from servin lil 30s
On first st
To traffic tickets on the road
Need it fast boy
My trap A lil slow
Get it back
Put some shit on ya nose
Got my foot on they neck
SO!
You gone let up on em
Nigga no!
Tried to make em folks see it
Aint wanna believe me
Lil bitch im the mf goat
These niggas be scheming
Mf mosquitos
Blood suck a Nigga til he broke
Whats A rat to A mof*ckin roach
It dont matter they both gotta go
Im stuck with the gremlins
I'm missing my niggas
I pray for them when they in court
For em niggas i'll jump off the rope
Pillow talkin will get ya shit sewed
Need that for the low
Tell em come see bout me
Pull up and we got it
O.G. what we coppin
You better be bout it
Late nights and deep pockets
No need to sleep bout it
Im jugg the streets proudly
Ya dad was a shrimp that make You A pea body
I hang with G-bodies
Who'll slap the pee out em
Call up my unc tryna get A Whole P out em
Say he'll see bout me
Tryna get the streets rockin
Ian gone creep bout it
Im ttg bout it
Niggas can't see me
Be damned if they see bout me
Stealing the sauce bet ya I get A Fee out em
Stealing the sauce bet ya I get A Fee out em
Writer: Deontavious Grant
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