4 Week Notice

[Intro]
(Aww, man, it's the Kronic, y’all don't even worry)

[Chorus: Black Fortune]
Waitin' out front of my landlord house with a Drac’ 'cause he gave me a four-week notice
I'ma walk down on my opps, stock under my armpit like it's a stick of deodorant
My Canada shorty told me I remind her of Drake with the drizzy the way I'm controllin' it
I put a hundred-round drum in that glick, when it hang from the glizzy, it look like an ornament
Made 'em throw up the white flag, these niggas forfeiting
We gon' go back-to-back like it’s a tournament
I come from the gutter, bitch, I was unfortunate
He tried to cop a QP, but I shorted him
She crunched up two Perc 30s and snorted ’em
You ain't thuggin’, I heard you got locked up for loitering
Have a baby by me, baby, and I'm abortin' 'em
And this ’za go fast, so you gotta preorder 'em

[Verse 1: Black Fortune]
I'm from outer space like a martian
You got too much dip on your chip, nigga, park it
Bullseye, make him a target
Set him on fire, I hang with the arson (Flame)
I leave 'em dearly departed
I don't eat pork, so they call me Mohammed
And I see the future, but I ain't no prophet
If I catch my victim, he gettin' demolished
Hide the eight ball in the vent
Run into the opps, shit gettin' intense
Sippin' on green lean, I'm the Grinch
I let the dope lock up like cement
The first nigga run down gettin' drenched
Me and bro tied to the wrist like gimp
She put the dog food in the hemp
If he on that bullshit, he gettin' lynched
Tell ahk don't shoot, but I shoot, I'm a hypocrite
Talkin' in codes, yeah, they think I'm illiterate
Take a trip to the island, I'm boolin' on Gilligan
She ate two Percs, but they ten milligram
I was sellin' that seven, I sold him the winner, man
Beat on my chest, I feel like the gorilla man
Blue ran that chopstick, I'm havin' cinnamon
These niggas only gangster on the internet

[Chorus: Black Fortune]
Waitin' out front of my landlord house with a Drac' 'cause he gave me a four-week notice
I'ma walk down on my opps, stock under my armpit like it's a stick of deodorant
My Canada shorty told me I remind her of Drake with the drizzy the way I'm controllin' it
I put a hundred-round drum in that glick, when it hang from the glizzy, it look like an ornament
Made 'em throw up the white flag, these niggas forfeiting
We gon' go back-to-back like it's a tournament
I come from the gutter, bitch, I was unfortunate
He tried to cop a QP, but I shorted him
She crunched up two Perc 30s and snorted 'em
You ain't thuggin', I heard you got locked up for loitering
Have a baby by me, baby, and I'm abortin' 'em
And this 'za go fast, so you gotta preorder 'em

[Verse 2: MoneyMarr]
MoneyMarr, strikin' shit like a professional bowler
Stand up and hit out the drop-top Rover
Fuck is a stick-up? I'm tryna connect with the growers
Reachin' for this, take your shit off your shoulders
I'm in Cali with Fortune, let's get shit in motion
I'm fuckin' this bitch and her shit like the ocean
I'm a big dog, runnin' this shit like I'm coachin'
I got a big-ass Drac' and it's shootin' out tokens
I got one too many decisions, I'm trippin'
You can't hang with the gang, you ain't in this division
Goon in the back off the Wock', sippin'
Now I'm back on the South, gotta duck 7th District
They be all on my dick, keep takin' pictures
Tryna make me the bad guy, paint out the image
Take 'em on I-95, get to kickin' it
Can't let 'em catch up, put me in the system
Feel like I'm Baby, go harder than ever
Intelligent, straight from the South, yeah, I'm clever
How you beefin' with me and you ain't on my level?
10K drop, I'ma call up my stepper
Touchdown, hop in that 'luxe with them pistols
Nigga, you hot if you write it in pen or the pencil
MoneyMarr

[Chorus: Black Fortune]
Waitin' out front of my landlord house with a Drac' 'cause he gave me a four-week notice
I'ma walk down on my opps, stock under my armpit like it's a stick of deodorant
My Canada shorty told me I remind her of Drake with the drizzy the way I'm controllin' it
I put a hundred-round drum in that glick, when it hang from the glizzy, it look like an ornament
Made 'em throw up the white flag, these niggas forfeiting
We gon' go back-to-back like it's a tournament
I come from the gutter, bitch, I was unfortunate
He tried to cop a QP, but I shorted him
She crunched up two Perc 30s and snorted 'em
You ain't thuggin', I heard you got locked up for loitering
Have a baby by me, baby, and I'm abortin' 'em
And this 'za go fast, so you gotta preorder 'em