B.o.B – 4 Lit (feat. T.I. & Ty Dolla $ign)

[Hook: B.o.B]
Should be two lit, should be four lit
Pick me up before six
Gutter bitch, with another bitch
We ain’t trippin’ cause we all hit
Yeah we all with the fuck shit
Yeah we all with the fuck shit
Two lit, should be four lit
We ain’t trippin’ cause we all here

[Verse 1: B.o.B.]
Ya yo that-that-that’s the shit I like
I ain’t got no type I can’t decide
Girl like girl like girl they can’t deny
Gettin’ pussy with a side of wine
No it ain’t no telling what we might do
When she in a penthouse with a tight view
Reefer got me so, she got my eyes glued
Oh yeah that’s my girl and that’s our wife too

[Hook: B.o.B]
Lit, she be four lit
Pick me up before six
Gutter bitch, with another bitch
We ain’t trippin’ cause we all hit
Yeah we all with the fuck shit
Yeah we all with the fuck shit
Two lit, shit be four lit
We ain’t trippin’ cause we all here

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Shit
You know we all hit it
How a nigga quit and hit it and never call bitches
Ya’ll might see my young nigga pull in now we all bitches
Pick the shuffles up and did a over-tall bitch
Hey put that phone down and mind your fucking business girl
Hey put some money up in here, so independent girl
But I’m just tryna put some diamonds in your pendant, get your titty fit
Presidential suite some private jets outside the city shit
One thing I can’t stand is a petty hoe
Can’t keep your business to yourself, don’t go to telling folks
About where you been and how much pussy you be selling for
Don’t wanna see her with a telescope, tell ’em go

[Hook: B.o.B]
Should be two lit, shit be four lit
Pick me up before six
Gutter bitch, with another bitch
We ain’t trippin’ cause we all hit
Yeah we all with the fuck shit
Yeah we all with the fuck shit
Two lit, shit be four lit
We ain’t trippin’ cause we all here

[Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ay, Dolla hit it, B.o.B hit it
Uh, T.I.P hit it, TC hit
Ay, I feel like we the new Dogg pound
Uh, she know Dolla gettin’ money now
Uh, I’mma pass her like Cam, yeah
I’mma pass her like Peyton
Ooh, I got diamonds on my neck
I got diamonds on my rib
Put some diamonds on my main bitch
Uh, in the Porsche so wavy
Put a Rollie on my lady
Dolla need a new baby
Yeah, she know Dolla stay litty
Still ain’t heard about Dolla?
You should come to my city

[Hook: B.o.B & Ty Dolla $ign]
Should be two lit, shit be four lit (Yeah yeeaaahh)
Pick me up before six
Gutter bitch, with another bitch
We ain’t trippin’ cause we all hit, yeah
Yeah we all with the fuck shit (Ooohhh)
Yeah we all with the fuck shit (Yeah yeeaahh)
Two lit, shit be four lit (Yeeah)
We ain’t trippin’ cause we all here (Ooohhh)
Yeah yeaah, Dolla $ign

TeeCee4800 – Crippin (feat. Vince Staples & D. Loc)

[Verse 1: TeeCee4800]
Told ’em how we get it
How we crippin’, niggas ain’t with it
NY hat, nigga that’s my fitted
Where you at? nigga be ‘pecific
I pull up quick, that’s how I’m crippin’
Two hundred racks all in my vision
But I’ll take more ’cause ain’t no limit
Ran through hoes, you can call me Emmitt
TeeCee the loc ’bout his business
None of our money ’cause I ain’t in it
Bitch been broke for way too long
Now look how a nigga living
D. Loc been gone way too long
Now look how a nigga living
All we need is TC home
Man that’d be crippin’

[Hook: TeeCee4800]
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Snitchin’ on your crippin’
Why you playin’ with this crippin’?
Any little thing then we trippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
Everything I do, I do it twice
New Mercedes for the player price
Bitches talkin’ ’bout they want some ease
Call the lords if you need a vice
Niggas call the phone to put me on
Would if they was talkin’ ’bout the set
Would if they was talkin’ ’bout a check
Group of gangsters gets you no respect
Swear I’m never seen up in the streets
Like that’s where the fuck I’m supposed to be
Did this shit, I live this shit, believe
Old shit so now I’m overseas
Loc killed him, caught him with his niece
Army shells crazy in the Beach
I’m the one that told ’em ’bout the Norf
You the one that don’t nobody know

[Hook: TeeCee4800]
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Snitchin’ on your crippin’
Why you playin’ with this crippin’?
Any little thing then we trippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’

[Verse 3: D. Loc]
Tell ’em how you crippin’
With a four-fifth, nigga poppin’ that clip in
If a nigga want trip, he can smoke the fishes
Little old bitch, that’s how I’m living
Spit ’til the nigga get hit
Wig get split, tryna hit that fence
Then I slide off in that whip
Man they still don’t know who did it
Don’t believe I never gave a fuck
Liquor with the snickers, throwing up
Can’t you see my niggas goin’ up?
MTM, my niggas goin’ nuts
Lil homies, homegirls or the homies, yeah we gon’ ride
This the type of shit gone see all day in the mob

[Hook: TeeCee4800]
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Snitchin’ on your crippin’
Why you playin’ with this crippin’?
Any little thing then we trippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’