CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : 4Nem Grave
HOOK: Lil Zay Osama
Before I go like a lame ima treat that b*t*h
Whole block getting money dummy
Chicago who broke?
On bro I’ll treat that b*t*h on gang
Save a b*t*h number
She don’t text right back, I’m deleting that sh*t
Pop out roll on me something fast I’ll leave your sh*t on 4nem grave
That’s your b*t*h I borrow her and beat her sh*t
That b*t*h a bop like Kemo nem
He ain’t hard to find like Nemo nem
Big folks ran out he was like my grandma gave me this chain, he deeboed him
Folks really caught lil boy and really put feet on him
(Punch punch punch)
VERSE 1: DCG Shun
Folks nem beat him ain’t no lunch
Damn nеar turned his ass to runts (Let’s go)
Ain’t no tucking chains, who gon snatch it, ain't no such
And lil folks get wild so I’m starting to call him buck
I just got a drac and walkеd his ass down to my chucks
If he get a bond for that body then its up
He tried to finesse the system, his ass snitched so now he f**ked
He know this a striker just don’t pull up on this truck
We gon wipe his nose, he think he sneaky, test your luck
He think he my slime but I’m just greasy as the f**k
We got his loc just like the stu, we finna come heat that b*t*h up
I know what you ride, have folks nem come eat that b*t*h up
And he an opp, I f**ked his BM I uh come beat that b*t*h up
Zay just hit my phone, b*t*h I’m fresh out he like what’s up
I say I’m chillin on probation tryna get a n***a touched
He know what I’m on I need four glizzies and a clutch
f**k IPS and f**k his bam I’m tryna put a n***a up
HOOK: Lil Zay Osama
Before I go like a lame ima treat that b*t*h
Whole block getting money dummy
Chicago who broke?
On bro I’ll treat that b*t*h on gang
Save a b*t*h number
She don’t text right back, I’m deleting that sh*t
Pop out roll on me something fast I’ll leave your sh*t on 4nem grave
That’s your b*t*h I borrow her and beat her sh*t
That b*t*h a bop like Kemo nem
He ain’t hard to find like Nemo nem
Big folks ran out he was like my grandma gave me this chain, he deeboed him
Folks really caught lil boy and really put feet on him
(Punch punch punch)
VERSE 1: DCG BSavv
We step in the club and he got stomped
His dumbass was drunk
We talk sh*t like Trump
I got in my bag, it only been months
Im finna hop out the coup or crash this b*t*h cause I’m in a rush
Im rollin roods in back of the back, I stuff a three five wasn’t missing a dutch
We brought drac in the party, yeah it’ll go up if we get touched
Shorty nem all in the coup, they ass too loose they do too much
She wanna see a lil booster, b*t*h go Vrrr, this sh*t might bust
Yeah lil bro nem get wild, they shoot up crowds, you merch on Russ
I ain’t wanna beef on the net, but everyday you riding the bus
Im really up in the trenches, Im toting glizzies, firing sh*t up
Im finna call all the lil b*t*hes, bro just listen and line em up
Im in the store for 60, something ain’t right, it ain't adding up
Im still walking in the mall, don’t make no call, just buy it all
You still f**k with them n***as, I hate them n***as, Im killing them all
Folks talking slick we breaking his jaw, He don’t even know foenem got paused
Pull up and b*t*hes giving them all, Im finna pass that b*t*h like Bow Bow
HOOK: Lil Zay Osama
Before I go like a lame ima treat that b*t*h
Whole block getting money dummy
Chicago who broke?
On bro I’ll treat that b*t*h on gang
Save a b*t*h number
She don’t text right back, I’m deleting that sh*t
Pop out roll on me something fast I’ll leave your sh*t on 4nem grave
That’s your b*t*h I borrow her and beat her sh*t
That b*t*h a bop like Kemo nem
He ain’t hard to find like Nemo nem
Big folks ran out he was like my grandma gave me this chain, he deeboed him
Folks really caught lil boy and really put feet on him
(Punch punch punch)
Before I go like a lame ima treat that b*t*h
Whole block getting money dummy
Chicago who broke?
On bro I’ll treat that b*t*h on gang
Save a b*t*h number
She don’t text right back, I’m deleting that sh*t
Pop out roll on me something fast I’ll leave your sh*t on 4nem grave
That’s your b*t*h I borrow her and beat her sh*t
That b*t*h a bop like Kemo nem
He ain’t hard to find like Nemo nem
Big folks ran out he was like my grandma gave me this chain, he deeboed him
Folks really caught lil boy and really put feet on him
(Punch punch punch)
VERSE 1: DCG Shun
Folks nem beat him ain’t no lunch
Damn nеar turned his ass to runts (Let’s go)
Ain’t no tucking chains, who gon snatch it, ain't no such
And lil folks get wild so I’m starting to call him buck
I just got a drac and walkеd his ass down to my chucks
If he get a bond for that body then its up
He tried to finesse the system, his ass snitched so now he f**ked
He know this a striker just don’t pull up on this truck
We gon wipe his nose, he think he sneaky, test your luck
He think he my slime but I’m just greasy as the f**k
We got his loc just like the stu, we finna come heat that b*t*h up
I know what you ride, have folks nem come eat that b*t*h up
And he an opp, I f**ked his BM I uh come beat that b*t*h up
Zay just hit my phone, b*t*h I’m fresh out he like what’s up
I say I’m chillin on probation tryna get a n***a touched
He know what I’m on I need four glizzies and a clutch
f**k IPS and f**k his bam I’m tryna put a n***a up
HOOK: Lil Zay Osama
Before I go like a lame ima treat that b*t*h
Whole block getting money dummy
Chicago who broke?
On bro I’ll treat that b*t*h on gang
Save a b*t*h number
She don’t text right back, I’m deleting that sh*t
Pop out roll on me something fast I’ll leave your sh*t on 4nem grave
That’s your b*t*h I borrow her and beat her sh*t
That b*t*h a bop like Kemo nem
He ain’t hard to find like Nemo nem
Big folks ran out he was like my grandma gave me this chain, he deeboed him
Folks really caught lil boy and really put feet on him
(Punch punch punch)
VERSE 1: DCG BSavv
We step in the club and he got stomped
His dumbass was drunk
We talk sh*t like Trump
I got in my bag, it only been months
Im finna hop out the coup or crash this b*t*h cause I’m in a rush
Im rollin roods in back of the back, I stuff a three five wasn’t missing a dutch
We brought drac in the party, yeah it’ll go up if we get touched
Shorty nem all in the coup, they ass too loose they do too much
She wanna see a lil booster, b*t*h go Vrrr, this sh*t might bust
Yeah lil bro nem get wild, they shoot up crowds, you merch on Russ
I ain’t wanna beef on the net, but everyday you riding the bus
Im really up in the trenches, Im toting glizzies, firing sh*t up
Im finna call all the lil b*t*hes, bro just listen and line em up
Im in the store for 60, something ain’t right, it ain't adding up
Im still walking in the mall, don’t make no call, just buy it all
You still f**k with them n***as, I hate them n***as, Im killing them all
Folks talking slick we breaking his jaw, He don’t even know foenem got paused
Pull up and b*t*hes giving them all, Im finna pass that b*t*h like Bow Bow
HOOK: Lil Zay Osama
Before I go like a lame ima treat that b*t*h
Whole block getting money dummy
Chicago who broke?
On bro I’ll treat that b*t*h on gang
Save a b*t*h number
She don’t text right back, I’m deleting that sh*t
Pop out roll on me something fast I’ll leave your sh*t on 4nem grave
That’s your b*t*h I borrow her and beat her sh*t
That b*t*h a bop like Kemo nem
He ain’t hard to find like Nemo nem
Big folks ran out he was like my grandma gave me this chain, he deeboed him
Folks really caught lil boy and really put feet on him
(Punch punch punch)
