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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cousin Stizz
Cousin Stizz
Performer
Offset
Offset
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephen Goss
Stephen Goss
Composer
Anderson Hernandez
Anderson Hernandez
Composer
Kiari Cephus
Kiari Cephus
Composer
Tim Gomringer
Tim Gomringer
Composer
Kevin Gomringer
Kevin Gomringer
Composer
Kenneth Soriano
Kenneth Soriano
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Vinylz
Vinylz
Producer
Cubeatz
Cubeatz
Co-Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
McCoy Socalgargoyle
McCoy Socalgargoyle
Assistant Engineer
Kenneth Soriano
Kenneth Soriano
Additional Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I put the drink in the headlock
Tryna cross me, boy, you better not
Four until four, almost fell out
Do what they can't 'cause it's deadlock
Four until four, almost fell out
I put the drink in the headlock
Tryna cross me, boy, you better not
Four until four, almost fell out
[Verse 2]
Yeah, almost fell out
How did I know you a sell out?
I hit the block and I sell out
Plug in LA, put the mail out
**** be waitin' for handouts
I roll the blunts size of dreadlocks
Most of my sneakers is dead stock
I fuck the bitch till the bed rock
I will not sell from the crib though
No service there like a dead spot
I don't eat pig 'cause I smell cop
I been this way since the sandbox
And I must live where they cannot
Impossible, why the hell not?
I am more lucky than shamrock
All my dogs cold and the lead hot
[Verse 3]
I put the drink in the headlock
Tryna cross me, boy, you better not
Four until four, almost fell out
Do what they can't 'cause it's deadlock
Four until four, almost fell out
I put the drink in the headlock
Tryna cross me, boy, you better not
Four until four, almost fell out
[Verse 4]
Bad bitches walkin' on some red bottoms
Countin' up the racks, I be playin' with 'em
Ice copped Patek, hundred thou' on my arm
Got your bitch on the run, yeah, she callin' me the gun
The Actavita got a **** in a headlock
Flintstone diamond make these bitches bed rock
Hoppin' in the coupe, drop top, robot
Everybody got a stick, ain't no glock
Just popped the Perc', I ain't fuckin' with the Xan'
Yeah, shorty bad but lil' mama a fan
I am the engine that told you I can
Big bank take lil' bank, the battle of the bands
Heart of a lion, ain't scared of these ****
Hoppin' in that Lam, switch gears on these ****
Heat tryna kill, put a tear on a ****
Dead and gone, ****, pour a bear for your ****
[Verse 5]
I put the drink in the headlock
Tryna cross me, boy, you better not
Four until four, almost fell out
Do what they can't 'cause it's deadlock
Four until four, almost fell out
I put the drink in the headlock
Tryna cross me, boy, you better not
Four until four, almost fell out
[Verse 6]
These days I run it like Ricky, I'm Ross
What did it take? Turn yourself to a boss
I'm getting Oral B, you know I floss
Straight to the bread at all costs
Those diamonds ain't real, boy, so knock it off
Hittin' the four till I'm noddin' off
Smokin' the gas with the CVs and rastas
Just spent a hundred on one plate of pasta
Yeah, green and then red, I'm like Blanka
Play with the Tim Turner concha
Rollie in water like lobster
Me and three bitches in Benihana
I ain't their daddy, they call me papa
Hundred bands come up off fifty dollars
Watch out for snakes like a Gucci collar
[Verse 7]
I put the drink in the headlock
Tryna cross me, boy, you better not
Four until four, almost fell out
Do what they can't 'cause it's deadlock
Four until four, almost fell out
I put the drink in the headlock
Tryna cross me, boy, you better not
Four until four, almost fell out
[Verse 8]
I put the drink in the headlock
I put the drink in the headlock
Written by: Anderson Hernandez, Kenneth Soriano, Kevin Gomringer, Kiari Cephus, Stephen Goss, Tim Gomringer
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