"4 Pints" lyrics

[Sauce Walka:]
Yeah (Oohwee)
Yeah, right here
Splatt Mafia (Right here)
And Sauce (Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm)

Four pints in a— uh, yeah
Four pints in a— uh
Four pints in a function, yeah, yeah
Four pints in a— uh, yeah

Four pints in a function
Caution on my jeans, I ain't doin' no construction
She paid me five G's for the huncho
Flight overseas to Belize, that ain't nothin', yeah

Four, uh, yeah, uh
Four pints of the Qua' on a Sunday
Louis V denim jacket, no runway
She ain't givin' no ass if you don't pay
Boss lady rockin' Miu Miu
Knocked her in her old jersey, nigga, Fubu
Pussies know it's bird nest, nigga, soo-woo
Pockets full of cow shit, pop a boo-boo
Off-white Forces, twenty-five chump change
More white girls than Escobar and cocaine
Really use my Rolls-Royce umbrella in the rain
No videos, I just didn't want a stain, so I'm sayin'

Four pints in a— uh, yeah
Four pints in a— uh
Four pints in a function, yeah, yeah
Four pints in a— uh, yeah

Four pints in a function
Caution on my jeans, I ain't doin' no construction
She paid me five G's for the huncho
Flight overseas to Belize, that ain't nothin', yeah (Drip, nigga)

[OG D Berry:]
Yeah, four pints in the function (Function)
On the Southside, boy, we havin' plenty money (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got racks up in my pocket, we shoot shit like John Stockton
Hundred Bubbas in the air, my bitches catch 'em like they Hopkins (Yeah)
Yeah, Splatt Mafia, they don't play with us
Thumbin' through these hundreds, these so crispy, give me paper cuts
Nigga really havin' motion, I got the trap goin' off, no jokin'
Dogs tryna raid our spot right now 'cause we got them packs and the hoes crackin' open (Yeah)
Doors swingin' (Swingin'), trap jumpin', springin' (Springin')
I just fucked this ho four different ways, this ho a demon (Yeah)
She like, "Papa, you got me— ah, ha, ha, you got me creamin'" (Yeah)
I just, I just poured a four up in the— uh, got me leanin'

[Peso Peso:]
Huh, I just poured another pint of Quagen, got it muddy
I'm havin' spillers all around the state of Texas 'cause they love me
I get up close and then I tapped his hat, we got like four Dracs up in this Caddy
How you go outside and then I creep up from behind? Yeah, imagine that
Them niggas ain't havin' racks, cop a car and chop the roof
Take a selfie with your blick, but it's okay, we know you not gon' shoot
Hop out, finna walk you through, I need his top, I cannot call a truce
You not a shooter, not a spiller, not a killer, nigga, not a goon
Ain't never touched a soul, hidin' in the house until we pluck his bros
I'm in Louis V slidin' through the Valley, nigga, coppin' snow
Got a fine thick bitch, when I hit her, she drop to her toes
Sellin' pints of fish, nigga, got me puttin' up to Pappadeaux

[Sauce Walka:]
Four pints in a— uh, yeah
Four pints in a— uh
Four pints in a function, yeah, yeah
Four pints in a— uh, yeah

Four pints in a function
Caution on my jeans, I ain't doin' no construction
She paid me five G's for the huncho
Flight overseas to Belize, that ain't nothin', yeah

Four pints in a— uh, yeah
Four pints in a— uh
Four, four pints in a function, yeah, yeah, yeah
Four pints in a— uh, yeah
Four, four pints in a function
Caution, caution on my jeans, I ain't doin' no construction
She paid, paid five G's for the huncho
Flight, flight, seas, seas to Belize, that ain't nothin', yeah