"'04 Iverson" lyrics
Y'all motherfuckas need to gangbang them books
Instead of tryna be somethin' y'all ain't
Shit, you never know
'Cause I might be the one to kill yo' motherfuckin' ass
I'm in Off-White, but I'm still sippin' red
Fat booty bitch 'bouta make me break the bed
It ain't Sherbet in my wood, 'bouta take it to the head
I ain't even ask for it, but she givin' me the head
Stack so fuckin' thick I wouldn't even try to spread it
Pineapple Fanta 'bouta make the orange reddish
I'll block a bitch number, she ain't nothin' but a headache
I'll pull up from the three like I'm JJ Redick
I'll buy the whole pint, nigga, if the price right
You can't talk to my bitches, none of my hoes nice
Why your neck so cloudy? Boy, your chain look dry
Shit, I think it's '04, ballin' like I'm AI
Get your best friend iced, he don't wanna play now
When I get a lil' hungry, I look for a steakhouse
Put a down payment on you it's gon' be a stakeout
I just got some head from her, we ain't never make out
Boy, right hand to God, I'll bring the bank out
It don't matter what you want, boy I know a safe route
Shit, my chef from Japan, but it ain't no takeout
Ridin' 'round in the coupe, just me and my K now
He done took a couple pills, now he think he Superman
Playin' with the right one, he gon' end up in the can
I'm in Saks Fifth now with 8,000 in my hand
I'm about to really spend this, you ain't ever seen a ten
Lucky that I wanna rap, I still got fire bins
Nah, this exotic weed, that'll knock out your wind
I was arguin' with you, but I done swung on your mans
This bitch head was too average, I done gave her to the clan
Boy, I got real money, way more than just bands
Put some phones in the air, I'm not fuckin' with no tens
Two pints waitin' on me, I'ma get 'em when I land
Fat wood of pink clutches, it'll put you in the end
Boy, you so fuckin' dumb, I can't teach you no scams
You don't got no hoes either you can't even move no grams
Boy, prison can't save you I'ma just [?]
Hangin' with a hundred rounds, shoot the phone out your hands
You lil' snitchin' ass nigga, you would tell on your mans
Shit, it's six in the morning, and I'm pouring up again
Tell the bank all fifties, it's some strawberry jam
Smoke comin' out the tip, but I bet it won't jam
Ridin' in a big Benz
See a nigga walk up in all black bandana
Got so much fuckin' sauce shit, they know that I be scammin'
One K on some shoes I won't wear 'em again
Boy, if I tell her to, she'll fuck on my mans
Lost a dog over a bitch it'll never make sense
Seven hundred for my hoodie I just bought it just to wear it
When I step in the room, all these bitches just stare
These is 7.62s they'll knock down a bear
Make sure that wig tight, 'cause I'm pullin' all hair
Broke niggas out here, I do not at all care
When you niggas out here I do not at all fare
I do not at all
I do not at all
Pull up, and I'll shoot like I'm JJ Redick
Instead of tryna be somethin' y'all ain't
Shit, you never know
'Cause I might be the one to kill yo' motherfuckin' ass
I'm in Off-White, but I'm still sippin' red
Fat booty bitch 'bouta make me break the bed
It ain't Sherbet in my wood, 'bouta take it to the head
I ain't even ask for it, but she givin' me the head
Stack so fuckin' thick I wouldn't even try to spread it
Pineapple Fanta 'bouta make the orange reddish
I'll block a bitch number, she ain't nothin' but a headache
I'll pull up from the three like I'm JJ Redick
I'll buy the whole pint, nigga, if the price right
You can't talk to my bitches, none of my hoes nice
Why your neck so cloudy? Boy, your chain look dry
Shit, I think it's '04, ballin' like I'm AI
Get your best friend iced, he don't wanna play now
When I get a lil' hungry, I look for a steakhouse
Put a down payment on you it's gon' be a stakeout
I just got some head from her, we ain't never make out
Boy, right hand to God, I'll bring the bank out
It don't matter what you want, boy I know a safe route
Shit, my chef from Japan, but it ain't no takeout
Ridin' 'round in the coupe, just me and my K now
He done took a couple pills, now he think he Superman
Playin' with the right one, he gon' end up in the can
I'm in Saks Fifth now with 8,000 in my hand
I'm about to really spend this, you ain't ever seen a ten
Lucky that I wanna rap, I still got fire bins
Nah, this exotic weed, that'll knock out your wind
I was arguin' with you, but I done swung on your mans
This bitch head was too average, I done gave her to the clan
Boy, I got real money, way more than just bands
Put some phones in the air, I'm not fuckin' with no tens
Two pints waitin' on me, I'ma get 'em when I land
Fat wood of pink clutches, it'll put you in the end
Boy, you so fuckin' dumb, I can't teach you no scams
You don't got no hoes either you can't even move no grams
Boy, prison can't save you I'ma just [?]
Hangin' with a hundred rounds, shoot the phone out your hands
You lil' snitchin' ass nigga, you would tell on your mans
Shit, it's six in the morning, and I'm pouring up again
Tell the bank all fifties, it's some strawberry jam
Smoke comin' out the tip, but I bet it won't jam
Ridin' in a big Benz
See a nigga walk up in all black bandana
Got so much fuckin' sauce shit, they know that I be scammin'
One K on some shoes I won't wear 'em again
Boy, if I tell her to, she'll fuck on my mans
Lost a dog over a bitch it'll never make sense
Seven hundred for my hoodie I just bought it just to wear it
When I step in the room, all these bitches just stare
These is 7.62s they'll knock down a bear
Make sure that wig tight, 'cause I'm pullin' all hair
Broke niggas out here, I do not at all care
When you niggas out here I do not at all fare
I do not at all
I do not at all
Pull up, and I'll shoot like I'm JJ Redick
