Yeah, yeah, yeah
4GN
Niggas talking bout they started the sauce, you know thats cap (Big cap)
Big 4's nigga, the ape (You know west going on)
Yeah, how you gone hop on my wave
And say that you started the sauce
You getting minimum wage
Im putting racks in the vault
You want some pressure, I drop a lil bag on yo head and I bet you get offed
You got some bruddas but you are not feeding em, nigga I bet you get crossed
I got so much flavor, you can hear it when I talk
You know Im the best, you want a feature, it's gone cost
I am the ape so they call me the beast
Most of my niggas be throwing up B's
Talk on the 4's and I bet you get ceased
I'll kick down the door cuz the bro gotta eat
Im ready to feast if a nigga want beef
If I need the stick then I pull up on 3
Nigga for real, I was raised in the streets
If I text yo girl, she gone get on her knees
They see me going up, nowadays they wanna talk with me
But back then, they aint wanna rock with me
Trey a real trapper so you know he keep the clock with him
Tat a real shooter so you know he keep the glock with him
Stop throwing up the 4's if you not with em
You know it's Balmains if I rock denim
I know some real niggas, yeah some real killers
Make the wrong move, put some shots in em
He wanna be in the picture, I cropped em
All yall my kids so you should feel adopted
We killing niggas, they aint going to the doctor, they going to the grave
I got some niggas posted with some K's
You got a vest but they shoot at ya face
Im getting money, dont care what you say
Im StuckOnMoney 'til Im in the grave
No cap
All yall niggas ran off with the sauce, give it back
Udigg
Im StuckOnMoney, yeah Im 4GN
Im with the 4's, I aint having no friends
Hopped in the Audi, got tired of the Benz
Glock on my hip and he got the F&N
Im with some shooters but I call em 4's
We heard you got pounds so we come through yo door
Them shooters, they hang out the window
That glock, yeah it got an extendo
Im in the trap and you doing it for clout
This 30 on my hip I'll air this bitch out
Watch where you sit cuz it's straps in the couch
When I come to the party, I roll up a ounce
That trap like a trampoline, yeah it's gone bounce
Im rocking designer I cant even pronounce
I pulled out that glock, he got quiet like a mouse
I dont gotta do nun but point at the house
Yeah, yeah
We having that work
She say she wanna f*ck so I gave her a perc
I bent that hoe over and pulled up her skirt
He made the wrong move, he got put on a shirt
Yeah, go dig that boy out of the dirt
His family crying, they praying in church
Im signed to the streets, yeah I feel like Lil Durk
I just want the top so I cant even flirt
Yeah, I cant even flirt with that bitch
I just want some money, I dont care bout the bitch
4GN Mari, we tryna get rich
We came to the party with glocks and a stick
Yeah, we walked in this motherf*cker strapped
Wherever you go, yeah you better adapt
In love with the money, I never been sap
Im stuck in the trap
Thats why they call it a trap
Nigga get knocked off the map
My young nigga ready to clap
Yeah, I feel like a rockstar
You the police, I seen you by that cop car
Yeah this a stick but we call it a AR
We hopped in the whip, drove that bit like a race car
You not good in the trap, I dont know bout yo face card
He got his ass shot cuz that boy tried to act hard
Yeah
Yeah we started this shit
You niggas tryna run off with this shit, but not even good with this shit
Nigga tripping
4's
Yeah
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
4GN
Niggas talking bout they started the sauce, you know thats cap (Big cap)
Big 4's nigga, the ape (You know west going on)
Yeah, how you gone hop on my wave
And say that you started the sauce
You getting minimum wage
Im putting racks in the vault
You want some pressure, I drop a lil bag on yo head and I bet you get offed
You got some bruddas but you are not feeding em, nigga I bet you get crossed
I got so much flavor, you can hear it when I talk
You know Im the best, you want a feature, it's gone cost
I am the ape so they call me the beast
Most of my niggas be throwing up B's
Talk on the 4's and I bet you get ceased
I'll kick down the door cuz the bro gotta eat
Im ready to feast if a nigga want beef
If I need the stick then I pull up on 3
Nigga for real, I was raised in the streets
If I text yo girl, she gone get on her knees
They see me going up, nowadays they wanna talk with me
But back then, they aint wanna rock with me
Trey a real trapper so you know he keep the clock with him
Tat a real shooter so you know he keep the glock with him
Stop throwing up the 4's if you not with em
You know it's Balmains if I rock denim
I know some real niggas, yeah some real killers
Make the wrong move, put some shots in em
He wanna be in the picture, I cropped em
All yall my kids so you should feel adopted
We killing niggas, they aint going to the doctor, they going to the grave
I got some niggas posted with some K's
You got a vest but they shoot at ya face
Im getting money, dont care what you say
Im StuckOnMoney 'til Im in the grave
No cap
All yall niggas ran off with the sauce, give it back
Udigg
Im StuckOnMoney, yeah Im 4GN
Im with the 4's, I aint having no friends
Hopped in the Audi, got tired of the Benz
Glock on my hip and he got the F&N
Im with some shooters but I call em 4's
We heard you got pounds so we come through yo door
Them shooters, they hang out the window
That glock, yeah it got an extendo
Im in the trap and you doing it for clout
This 30 on my hip I'll air this bitch out
Watch where you sit cuz it's straps in the couch
When I come to the party, I roll up a ounce
That trap like a trampoline, yeah it's gone bounce
Im rocking designer I cant even pronounce
I pulled out that glock, he got quiet like a mouse
I dont gotta do nun but point at the house
Yeah, yeah
We having that work
She say she wanna f*ck so I gave her a perc
I bent that hoe over and pulled up her skirt
He made the wrong move, he got put on a shirt
Yeah, go dig that boy out of the dirt
His family crying, they praying in church
Im signed to the streets, yeah I feel like Lil Durk
I just want the top so I cant even flirt
Yeah, I cant even flirt with that bitch
I just want some money, I dont care bout the bitch
4GN Mari, we tryna get rich
We came to the party with glocks and a stick
Yeah, we walked in this motherf*cker strapped
Wherever you go, yeah you better adapt
In love with the money, I never been sap
Im stuck in the trap
Thats why they call it a trap
Nigga get knocked off the map
My young nigga ready to clap
Yeah, I feel like a rockstar
You the police, I seen you by that cop car
Yeah this a stick but we call it a AR
We hopped in the whip, drove that bit like a race car
You not good in the trap, I dont know bout yo face card
He got his ass shot cuz that boy tried to act hard
Yeah
Yeah we started this shit
You niggas tryna run off with this shit, but not even good with this shit
Nigga tripping
4's
Yeah
4GN
Niggas talking bout they started the sauce, you know thats cap (Big cap)
Big 4's nigga, the ape (You know west going on)
Yeah, how you gone hop on my wave
And say that you started the sauce
You getting minimum wage
Im putting racks in the vault
You want some pressure, I drop a lil bag on yo head and I bet you get offed
You got some bruddas but you are not feeding em, nigga I bet you get crossed
I got so much flavor, you can hear it when I talk
You know Im the best, you want a feature, it's gone cost
I am the ape so they call me the beast
Most of my niggas be throwing up B's
Talk on the 4's and I bet you get ceased
I'll kick down the door cuz the bro gotta eat
Im ready to feast if a nigga want beef
If I need the stick then I pull up on 3
Nigga for real, I was raised in the streets
If I text yo girl, she gone get on her knees
They see me going up, nowadays they wanna talk with me
But back then, they aint wanna rock with me
Trey a real trapper so you know he keep the clock with him
Tat a real shooter so you know he keep the glock with him
Stop throwing up the 4's if you not with em
You know it's Balmains if I rock denim
I know some real niggas, yeah some real killers
Make the wrong move, put some shots in em
He wanna be in the picture, I cropped em
All yall my kids so you should feel adopted
We killing niggas, they aint going to the doctor, they going to the grave
I got some niggas posted with some K's
You got a vest but they shoot at ya face
Im getting money, dont care what you say
Im StuckOnMoney 'til Im in the grave
No cap
All yall niggas ran off with the sauce, give it back
Udigg
Im StuckOnMoney, yeah Im 4GN
Im with the 4's, I aint having no friends
Hopped in the Audi, got tired of the Benz
Glock on my hip and he got the F&N
Im with some shooters but I call em 4's
We heard you got pounds so we come through yo door
Them shooters, they hang out the window
That glock, yeah it got an extendo
Im in the trap and you doing it for clout
This 30 on my hip I'll air this bitch out
Watch where you sit cuz it's straps in the couch
When I come to the party, I roll up a ounce
That trap like a trampoline, yeah it's gone bounce
Im rocking designer I cant even pronounce
I pulled out that glock, he got quiet like a mouse
I dont gotta do nun but point at the house
Yeah, yeah
We having that work
She say she wanna f*ck so I gave her a perc
I bent that hoe over and pulled up her skirt
He made the wrong move, he got put on a shirt
Yeah, go dig that boy out of the dirt
His family crying, they praying in church
Im signed to the streets, yeah I feel like Lil Durk
I just want the top so I cant even flirt
Yeah, I cant even flirt with that bitch
I just want some money, I dont care bout the bitch
4GN Mari, we tryna get rich
We came to the party with glocks and a stick
Yeah, we walked in this motherf*cker strapped
Wherever you go, yeah you better adapt
In love with the money, I never been sap
Im stuck in the trap
Thats why they call it a trap
Nigga get knocked off the map
My young nigga ready to clap
Yeah, I feel like a rockstar
You the police, I seen you by that cop car
Yeah this a stick but we call it a AR
We hopped in the whip, drove that bit like a race car
You not good in the trap, I dont know bout yo face card
He got his ass shot cuz that boy tried to act hard
Yeah
Yeah we started this shit
You niggas tryna run off with this shit, but not even good with this shit
Nigga tripping
4's
Yeah
Writer: Jamari Allen
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