Lyrics 34 Baby - 444 KeyLo

(Ugh)
(Yeah, look)

Moving quiet, getting tricky for my opposition
Moving up and growing older, I know my position
I can't be inside the kitchen water whippin' chickens
Used to be in that detention, thinking I don't fit in
Got the checks and started flexing like I got the ticket
Three four baby, I been crazy ever since a infant
Took his bitch and now he pissed but she can't be my misses
Took his bitch and now he pissed but she can't be my

Main one, different murder, same gun
Same problems, different year, ain't none
Ain't wanna go outside, I hate sun
I hate bitches, I hate people tryna act like they be made different
Copped a new whip, steady for the lane switching
Got a new bitch cause the last one tripping
Finger on the trigger, I might blast one in em'

I'm insane from these demons
See that boy walking and take aim when I see him
They wanna be me, but I'll be damned if I be em'
Hit em' up once and spin again like a re-run
Cop it and make the profit, get bread for the re-up
Spinning at night, dip at 11, Saint Maria
But I don't even need her, only worried about my money, never lacking wit' my nina
Nana' clip inside the heater, Imma beat it and leave it and after I don't wanna see her

I don't wanna see her no more, I don't wanna be here no more (Nah)
I know she be cheating when I go, fuck I look like if I'm cheating on a hoe (Ugh)
I don't even need a pen to flow, her knees are bent and she been going on the blow (Yuh)
She been moving iffy around the bro, shit get sticky, I got blicky to get em' off the floor

Moving quiet, getting tricky for my opposition
Moving up and growing older, I know my position
I can't be inside the kitchen water whippin' chickens
Used to be in that detention, thinking I don't fit in
Got the checks and started flexing like I got the ticket
Three four baby, I been crazy ever since a infant
Took his bitch and now he pissed but she can't be my misses

Took his bitch and now he never ever gonna bitch back
Spit raps and split wig caps to get back, putting opps inside of shit bags
R.I.P to the deadies inside a spliff pack, had me writing my signature on a bitch rack
That's my signature move
We be fucking like it's nothing before we getting to school
No re-upping, why you bugging, boy I'm getting it soon
Don't try running, put the drum in and I'm letting it boom

I let bang on em', take out any opposition, let it rain on em'
Boy these bullets like the choir how they sang on em'
He a big bad wolf, what they sayin' bout' him
He could get that took and I ain't playin bout' it

Got a little bitch, wit' a big bottom
She give good brain, she a dumb scholar
Like a tree falling, put that wood on her
Imma keep balling, til' the quarter over
Moving Doja, plenty packs up off the Motorola
Hit em' up and light a deady, have him rollin' over
She be screaming when she riding like a roller coaster
Need the D and I provide it, know I'm known to bone her
I light him up with that heater but I don't own a toaster
Had that boy seeing stars, he was seeing super novas
Give me head in the car cause I get her super soaker
I been raising the bar, they already knew the quota

Moving quiet, getting tricky for my opposition
Moving up and growing older, I know my position
I can't be inside the kitchen water whippin' chickens
Used to be in that detention, thinking I don't fit in
Got the checks and started flexing like I got the ticket
Three four baby, I been crazy ever since a infant
Took his bitch and now he pissed but she can't be my misses
Took his bitch and now he pissed but she can't be my