4L (no jitt 2)

[Intro]
She wanna pop a bean, we in the sky, too high to see
Fuck Uncle Sam—
Ayy

[Verse]
Who they copy, who they tryna be
I'm in this bitch, coolin', nigga, I smoke designer weed (Fuck)
Where you from, nigga, Florida— (Ayy, yeah)
Where you from, nigga, Florida, yeah, they run with me
Nigga, I let everybody eat, that's why they fuck with me
I'm in this bitch coolin', nigga, I smoke designer weed
I'm that nigga who they copy, who they tryna be
And she said this shit 4L, but she lied to me
Young slime-slime-slime, should keep a eye on me
Bitch, I'm balling just like Jordan, not Michaеl B
She wanna pop a bean, we in thе sky, too high to see
Fuck Uncle Sam, nigga, you gon' pay this tax
Niggas been stole my swag, I don't need it back
Yeah, bitch, I jumped up off the porch and I'ma get these racks
Yeah, I'ma get this cheese regardless, give a fuck 'bout rap
Nigga, I was down bad, got to selling crack
I got that good— (Uh)
Make you catch a heart attack
Nigga, I don't want that bitch, you can have her back
One deep, bitch, I'm tryna see who got my back
Finna get up out this shit and I ain't coming back
Finna go, bitch, I ain't coming back

[Outro]
Bitch, I'm tryna see who got my back
I'm finna get up out this shit, bitch, I ain't coming back, nigga (Uh, yeah, uh)
Yeah, yeah