Shad Da God – Battery Low lyrics

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[Hook]
Pour the four (pour the four, nigga)
Poppin' too much shit my battery low (my battery low, nigga)
Bag for the new cup of the 24 (two four, two four)
Make me mad, I buy a bag for yo' hoe (buy a bag)
Cause I got a lot of money on me (money)
And she got a lot of swag drippin' off her
And we got married to the streets I jugged the alter (streets)
Whole motherfuckin' bosses out the "G"niverse

[Verse 1]
Yeah, drop the six
Roll my backwood 'fore I go whip her ass and grits
Smack that hoe right on the ass then turn around and smack my bitch
Macie Margiela cologne, a four cups press on a bitch
Fuck a stick bitch, snitches gettin' clips
Ooh, jewelry, ooh
Jumpin' out the whips, ooh
We spin the block, bankroll mafia shit
Who that [?] just hit the door, and they talkin' bout in them bricks
I get rich, I take [?], and when I piss, I take piss
Got a lil' red, I take bitch, I fuck that bitch with the glass and wrists
I fuck the bitch with a glass neck
She just want gas, she don't want X
I just want ass, I won't commit
I got a whole mink on bitch
My bankroll one tone, bitch (blue!)


[Hook]
Pour the four (pour the four, nigga)
Poppin' too much shit my battery low (my battery low, nigga)
Bag for the new cup of the 24 (two four, two four)
Make me mad, I buy a bag for yo' hoe (buy a bag)
Cause I got a lot of money on me (money)
And she got a lot of swag drippin' off her
And we got married to the streets I jugged the alter (streets)
Whole motherfuckin' bosses out the "G"niverse

[Verse 2]
We the nigga, that ridin coupes and shit, fuck that shit
We the nigga, pull up with a whole full clip
We the nigga, that is you, we don't leave without the stick
We the nigga, that is you, we not goin for bullshit
We the nigga, just got the pack touchdown
We the nigga, that is you, serve the whole fuckin' town
We the nigga, that is you, worried bout no bankroll
We the nigga, that is you, pull up with the wrist on froze
Bentley doors, they can't close
And we comin' out, Camperton Road
I just waste some lean on my clothes
I just poured some muhfuckin' mo'
How you in the driver street with a stick, hangin' out the back window?
How you countin yo money up with one hand and you blindfold
Cause they all hundreds?


[Hook]
Pour the four (pour the four, nigga)
Poppin' too much shit my battery low (my battery low, nigga)
Bag for the new cup of the 24 (two four, two four)
Make me mad, I buy a bag for yo' hoe (buy a bag)
Cause I got a lot of money on me (money)
And she got a lot of swag drippin' off her
And we got married to the streets I jugged the alter (streets)
Whole motherfuckin' bosses out the "G"niverse