4 Titties lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Backdoor, Backdoor
Yeah
Go

[Verse]
Yeah, talkin' bad on me, n*gga, that’s blasphemy
They gon' blast for me, gon' be no casualty
I can guarantee, n*gga just at auntie
I was sittin’ right down front street
'Member we stomped out two front teeth
We was askin', "Who want beef?"
Put a b*tch in Givenchy
Lil' n*ggas ain't G like me
Know a b*tch wanna be by me
These CDs, not Nike
Heard that they get dope like me
In the club, n*gga, no ID
Need a b*tch with no IG
Go purse, then go IV
Bought a purse 'cause she like me
Bought a verse, I need five G's
Want a show, I need fifteen
Young n*gga seen big dreams
Uh, seen a lot of bad things
You ain't better than a Perc’, that’s me
Did I f*ck? n*gga, don't ask me
Wanna talk? n*gga, Cash App me
In the trap, I’ma trap meet
Trap runnin' like an athlete
Poor, but said he goin' past me
I really like the Ashley
Chanel glasses, Velma, Daphne
n*ggas down to sell me, jack me
Thirty on me, try to jack me
I was with the pilot last week
She suckin' di*k as we speak
f*ck first night after we meet
Know that Maybach, hear this beep, beep
She say, "That’s all he talk about"
Real street n*gga, I done made it out
I don't want the pants, only take the mouth
n*gga, I don't dance, thirty hangin' out
Me and my buddy hangin' out
n*gga started runnin' at the mouth
Guess I must've f*cked his spouse
MC Hammer, can't touch now
Soon as I get it, bust down
She wanted thirty inches, bust down
'Member when we used to drive the put 'round
Hatin' n*gga say he kind of up now
Fake, hardly street, better look 'round
Lookin' for me, look up, not down
.223, pew, no sound
n*gga play with me, watch it go down
Shooters with me, killers with me, all the robbers with me
Yeah, finesse the scammers, in back doors with it
I got strippers and 304s with me
I'm Bobby and I adore Whitney
Backdoor might push up your city
Two b*tches equal four titties
[Outro]
Backdoor, Backdoor