4th Quarter D'lo Lyrics

Now I told them boys Ion't even

Aight now

Hahaha

Nahh they ain't even ready for nothing I'm boutta do right here

I'm boutta

Woah

(Syndrome on the beat so you know it slap)

Uhhh

Thought I was soft

I had to come back with some pressure

Very paranoid

I keep the glocky on the dresser

Guess he suicidal

And I guess I'm finna bless 'em

I'ma empty out the clip

On every network like it's spectrum

Who that lil D'lo

Well I wouldn't second guess him

Cause that nigga really with it

And his niggas getting viscous

POP a pussy nigga

He gon' say put it on what

(Put it on what)

Huh

Guess they forgot that Lil D'lo

I'm the one

He think he tough

Oh he tough

That nigga just got a gun

We can make like 50 scenes

With all these clips and magazines

Big 24 who

D'lo they know I'm up

You boys is shitty as fuck

Better get yo weight up

Boy I drop in 48 hours

Yeah you better stay up

You boys talk in 48 hours

Man you niggas some rats

Boy I'm "THAT NIGGA"

All caps with no cap

Straight facts

They wonder how I'm still pushing

They claim my tires is flat

Fuck it

I'ma die hard

You can call me John McClane

Every bad bitch in the nation

They probably know my name

24D'lo had to put it on the chain

Yeah

Bust down the pendant

I'ma blame it on the game

He was talking stupid

Had to turn him to a stain

Red Guts

Hooo

Period blood in the range

Got a couple knots stashed away for bad days

I ain't gon' cap

I really love it when it rains

He's a big boy spender

Champagne sipper

Bad bitch hitter

Hen Dawg dealer

Chain like a brick

Hope the Pyrex don't stick

We leave out the house

I have my shawty hold a blick

Big shoutout to 40

Yeah I'm looking like a lick

And please don't try to luck

Cause I'ma let this bitch hit

Said I only care bout myself

But they don't see how much I did

Working hard for y'all

Don't let y'all see the pain I feel

Smile on my face

If I cap I probably heal

Ice in my veins

Way colder than the steel

Tryna make y'all proud

All I'm tryna do for real

They said I'm rapping like I'm hungry

And that's how I really feel

It goes

D'lo pressure

No one better

He said "on P a nigga snitch"

Man that boy really a bitch

I'll slap one of these rappers

Man that's how I really get

And I ain't tryna catch a body

But I ain't scared to let it

Gllhhhhhh

Uhh

A lot of pain in the game

They gon' say I'm different bubby

It ain't nothing changed

4th quarter D'lo

Chains like a slave

Bombing every beat

Got a box of grenades

Learned from every Lose

And I turned it to an M

Family think I'm selfish

Ain't got time to hang with them

I'ma say I'm selfless

Cause I'm working hard for them

But they gon' understand

When I come back either them Ms