4 Legs and a Biscuit

Forensic, whipping in court

Still considered a sport

On the phone with bald head while watching King of New York

Tedrick Shavers' case one of the greatest I ever saw

Whole team turned sour, **** tryna get off

Caught slipping, blinked a biscuit administered in the court

I'm a dog, worst place to get hit is while in the car

Bullet hole in my lip as I'm inching back to the car

Bitch I'm with pitching a fit, yelling, Kevin back in the car

No hospital visits, I'm on the run tryna get it

Having baby mama problems, every night tryna fix it

Flashing out, flipping tables, broke every dish in the kitchen

The devil living in me, I'm contemplating the ending

Sprite facing twenty years, well, that's what they tryna give him

Dion's out on bail for a charge, he caught with that dealing

Back when we was little wanted some piccadilly

Innocent, making faces in the window while having dinner

Who'd ever think that we'd grow up and turn out to be killers?

Barrel extensions, tool look narrow and slender

Compact in my jacket, even flinch, I'ma hit you

Shot too hard in the heart, my emotions are ruined

Too hard to trust, don't give a fuck, won't open up to no woman

Take my lick and keep pushing, don't try playing me pussy

AR-15 with the imp beam, laying down in the bushes

Won't say no name but son, so let me a pound of them cookies

T T G T H U G L I F E, I'm with it

If shawty bust her pussy open, no commitment I'm sending

Lord forgive me, I'm sinning, I come to you as a sinner

Take all my scars, take my heart, turn me into a Christian

Bright **** in the paint as if my last name was Griffin

Popeye's chicken, I just want 4 legs and a biscuit

A ho once shot a kite to all my **** in Folsom

Stuck to the code, even when the pressure on we ain't folding

Let's get it all