Lyrics 4th Quarter (feat. Tonii Boii & Jimbo World) - DJ Winn

I got two thick chickens in the coupe
Three or four shooters on the roof
I got 5 of them tryna ride this wave
6 bitches getting ran in the loop
7 bitches that just caught the boot
I just served 8 with a 9 piece

I just picked up some loose ends with a dime piece
I'm still up counting the back end
That's where you can find me
Boogets playing hide and seek
We gone play Russian roulette on your block till you sleep
Got a pippen 33 and the glock 23
Michael Jordan in the clutch I stop and shoot at three

Shot clock buzzer beater bang bang
Tell that boy to stop bluffing that boy is not gang
This shit a get ugly I mean a crying shame
And this bucket that I'm sliding feel like a Musain
I hit scoop boop for the boogaloo Aye
Toucan Sam I'm in a fruit loop fruity coupe
Got damn camera pro tools finna fix that
Cheaper crime for them jits come and fix that
Big fees I please your bitch
I don't want shit to do with a needy bitch
Me and my dogs flip flop like fleas and shit
Slime ball cutthroat sleazy shit
Ain't no more dime bags we need p's and shit
And ain't nowhere to hide we gone see ya bitch
Wrist work gotta see the wrist
Free throat that's a easy lick

I got two thick chickens in the coupe
Three or four shooters on the roof
I got 5 of them tryna ride this wave
6 bitches getting ran in the loop
7 bitches that just caught the boot

I just served 8 with a 9 piece
I just picked up some loose ends with a dime piece
I'm still up counting the back end
That's where you can find me

Boogets playing hide and seek
We gone play Russian roulette on your block till you sleep
Got a pippen 33 and the glock 23
Michael Jordan in the clutch I stop and shoot at three
Uhm bang bang that's a shoot out
My bitch got a camel toe we in Dubai

High class street nigga need a bow tie
Young nigga want m's talking multi
Okay I'm connected like the WiFi
Got good clean chicken like Popeyes

These niggas hating on me dog and I don't know why
Fuck nigga I'ma snap going dumb eye
I'ma hit a safe bring the racks out
Young nigga do the dash better max out

Carbon one five boy I bought the tech out
Any nigga get wrong I'ma black out
Nigga I'm the one you niggas hear bout
Your bitch wanna fuck me and I see why
You niggas five-o wearing wearing Levi's
You gotta grand hustle nigga like T.I

I got two thick chickens in the coupe
Three or four shooters on the roof
I got 5 of them tryna ride this wave
6 bitches getting ran in the loop
7 bitches that just caught the boot
I just served 8 with a 9 piece
I just picked up some loose ends with a dime piece
I'm still up counting the back end
That's where you can find me