T4 xo Tell me you the one with me You the one with me when shit get real I don’t wanna talk I was hoping you could tell me with yo body ridim Tell me with your feelings I can tell you with those bars and the lyrics Don’t want no one else with me when I’m winning Running past my soldiers gunning for the ops I can catch a body not trying when I’m rolling With my foreign buddy telling iphie Steady with my Glock trying not to get to filly I try grant like a genie she tell me gini cus I flex a Lamborghini Catchy feelings Get a body with me Get those body got guys got my niggas innit Bitch traumatized she gon make it Hypnotized watch me make this Next my name on the dollar sign How many labels I gotta sign How many gees wanna tie this tie What’s a pop eye Am a pop icon Young Gen coming up around me I’m their idol Travis mimic this I ain’t a writer am your godfather Her dad a millionaire in the making She prolly want a birkin Chef t4 what you cooking He jealous cus no one else eating Bitch don’t tell me please You know how it goes but it ain’t what it seems Pat me down yo don’t touch what I have in my jeans Tell ‘em put a pin Shit bout to get ugly Bitch!!