Story 4 Baby 4 Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy
Ayy, let's do it
1080, nigga
Trademark Records 'til they hear us
(Damn, Highxlass, I need this one)
Tuckin' Baby 4
Ayy

[Verse]
Tuckin' Baby 4 into bed, I tell him stories
'Bout how his daddy used to see niggas lackin', take 'em out they glory
Uh, niggas know my teammates get active
And if you knew what I know, then you wouldn't even walk past us
This shit gettin' Jurassic, ayy
Dumped the bitch, she had suitcases, extra baggage
Down bad on my dick, finna smoke the mailman for my package
High-speed, I get away, Big 4 ain't ever crashed it
Bought a car and sold it, bought another car and wrapped it
See, niggas think they know C, think they gettin' up on me
You been eatin' morе dick than usual, you ain't my homie
I don't like that, how you gon' disguise that?
Whеn 4 see red, the skies black
Only one nigga survived the MAC (Survived that)
I just be cautious, 'cause my Hellcat loud
AP hangin' out the window, ayy, I step out, be Prada'd down
No more charter, straight to private jets, we all lay down
Ayy, and my bitch be breakin' the rules, but 4 big dog, I calm her down
Ayy, high-speed to different county
Hide and seek, but they ain't found me
Ayy, niggas used to doubt me
She act like she can't live without me
For clout, I ain't never needed no nigga to come and clout me
Ate a three hundred thousand dollar shrimp and lobster on the balcony
They know they can't beat me with this Prada perseverance
Dior demon, real Margiela martian, can't get near it Nigga keep on watchin', might get popped, that disappearance
Thought he wanted smoke, he just wanna sing my lyrics
Mr. Backdoor kick that door, ayy, niggas know I gotta get that dough
Pockets look like big fat Joe
Yeah, I f*cked your bitch, she hit that note
Ayy, every time I see a Moncler demon, folks say, "Get that coat"
Every time I see a bad ho demon, folks say, "Need that throat"
It's a process, this wasn't overnight
Big 4 underwater Loch Ness, higher than a kite
C4, he just copped a drop-head through the company
My bitch talkin' like she take dick, but she still run from me
Better not make me angry or better take my gun from me
I got my ass whooped, but mama still let me have company
The bad kid in Summit Ridge, the hood take off they gloves for me
Me and Highxlass, bullshit, I bypass
My bitch real classy
Me and Boogie in a Trackhawk, we do the dash
Float like a butterfly, Big C4 is Cassius (Muhammad)
Check too big for the bank, so they can't f*ckin' cash this
You believe this shit?
Just flew up the street doin' 'bout a hundred, should've seen this shit
Ain't know where to go 'cause niggas ain't a hundred, I'm just speakin', bitch
Put me in that traphouse, I run it, nigga, I need a lick
Me and Yak on missions, we took Curly on some speedy shit
He was gettin' in and gettin' out quicker than we ever did
R.I.P. lil' Curly, take the Glock up off your hip
Still believe the police killed my lil' nigga, can't tell me different
Uh, make sure my brothers don't be no victim

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