The 4th & Von ZI - 3700 Freestyle Lyrics

Ouu, My niggas they do what they do
My niggas they bust out the roof
My niggas they coming to shoot
I don't be doing no dancing
All on my dick she romancing
My niggas they take you for ransom
Young niggas stop all that capping, for real though
For real, sneeze on the beat It is ill
Superstar like I'm Pharrell ( like I'm for real!)
Y'all niggas kiss and tell
Young nigga keep a baretta
I'm Lucki cause she 4 the betta
She want, I cannot let her
F*ck that, sit on me please lemme touch that
Your body gon' break like a KitKat
F*ck I'm gonna miss that
Uh, you niggas you know what I'm on
I'm sipping the Don Perignon
She said she gon' ride till the morn' , F*ck
I know this The 4th nigga up to no good
I'm counting some cash
I get the money and I do the dash
I'm 'bout my money lil nigga not ass
If you want a feature nigga just ask
Hol' on, hol' on hol' on
I still rap by the way
I'm bout my chicks, even fil-a
She pass me by, she gon' say hey , wait
You ain't got shit on my diamonds
You do what I say just like simon
Wait your turn It's timing
I'm not trynna rhyme but I'm rhyming
Ouu ah, ouu ah
You never seen a nigga rhyme with ahh
But I did that shit straight out the garage
Flexing on niggas, I'm too hard
Bitch I'm The 4th and I got the sauce
Your mama might take her pants off
Hahaha, I'm just f*cking with you bro