4TH QUARTER(FREESTYLE)

I'm rockin' chrome, heart sweater, and that bitch match my gun My Glock 19, they call it Nick Cannon, cause they got a drum Niggas actin' up, play it stupid, watch us get it done I put a nail in the coffin, he said wanted smoke, he started a coughing Niggas ain't tough, that boy soft like Charmin I Been, locking shit down he Michael Crabtree I'm Richard Sherman I'm the best corner in the game, when you try me with a sorry, receive it like Crabtree That's the result you gon' get. Don't you ever talk about me You try to sell your best hitter, then we kick his ass I seen a nigga lace all the drugs, he was all in his ass And now you claim up on your block, this shit's so sad Niggas down bad, I stay with I.M.B. because we all about a bag Money watchin', niggas see why you so mad Yo gang remember cuz, ran to his fuckin' mommy After that, can never have no beef Why leave it' in the motherfuckin' streets Niggas steady runnin' like his bitch when she takes meat F*ck it, I'm tryna three-peat, but it's only the first chapter So I'm gettin' some MJ, ballin' 1991 Always been the one, never was the two This the hoop, mixtape to the rap game, ballin' like I'm John Wall Watch a nigga Chris cross, dishing' like I'm Chris Paul You always been a bitch, dawg No, for real, nigga, you always been a bitch, dawg How you say you trappin' but you really got no money F*ck a nigga fit his whole life, style bummy I'm ridin' with my gang, so you know I'm goin' dummy To all the haters, look at me, now you're so funny I got the drop for them niggas, they sayin', how you do that Bitch wantin' red bottoms and a fuckin' Louis bag I feel like Von, told shorty oh you so bad She was tired of that nigga cuz he wasn't in his bag Because he wasn't in his bag And that's why we cannot be in competition Niggas act like they tough, but they really be snitchin' And when - caught you nigga, you was fuckin' bitchin' So let's go back to the start Niggas hate it on baka cuz he was poppin' out that dark But that shit in my blood, nigga, so I pop up out that dark I got that Iron Man, bitch, don't call me Tony Stark Hot shit flyin' at you faster than a fuckin' hawk Look up on these blogs, all these niggas do is talk Bitch, I'm with my dogs and they ain't even gotta bark He tried to get away, but they put his ass in chalk Yeah, they really put him in chalk Northside, baby, bitch, you know they fuckin' love us Fourth quarter of the game, bitch, you can't sub us out Ask about the Northside, it ain't never been a drought Niggas hatin' on us, we put a gun up in his mouth Bitch wanna f*ck, then I put dick up in her mouth But no, I'm not her spouse Bitch, I'm in and out Yo, homie, Got popped you, bitch Niggas sit and pout We treat this like game seven of the finals We ridin' out And then some niggas gon' beat as hell Nah, bitch, I doubt But they only wanna do this shit for some fuckin' clout He ain't standin' on what he mean And you can tell Look at his eyes when he saw the beam He wish he could take it back He wish this shit was all a dream But nah that is right hook finna throw his ass up in the sky just like Kareem Bitch, you already know IMB, bitch We the dream team If you ain't in ya, bag, then we'll show you what it mean Yeah, we'll will show you what it mean Right hook throw his ass up in the sky just like Kareem Yeah