Jerry - 4/5 lyrics

[Intro: Russiani] 4/5 n***a, yeah... 4/5 4/5 n***a, yeah... 4/5 I spent 4/5 racks on my first check 4/5 racks on my fourth check I spent 4/5 racks on my sixth check Damn, I did that a hundred times and you ain't made sh** yet [Verse 1: Russiani] n***as talking sh**, but they ain't saying nothing n***as talking sh**, but they ain't doing nothing You ain't on sh**, lil boy stop fronting My gram like the X-games, cause a n***a keep stunting Duffle bag and my backpack On and off a private leer Dropped out of college after one semester Did all this in a year, I guess I'm well prepared I'm ahead of my time, pulling up with the crew Got a chauffeur driving, Gilly wrist cost a coupe You see the pretty girls smiling, you wanna f** with us too YKE over it all, boy they just loving the crew No hook, let it fade I come straight back Spending racks someone put me in a stray jacket sh** I'm good, boy I came up out of St. Pats Pushing weight at a time I had to slang that Someone tell that talent agent I ain't fast bucks n***a fifty for a year? I made that last month Dropped out, teacher said that's mad dumb Postcards every week, this sh** is mad fun Eyes gleaming wonder where I get the swag from Where the tag from, now you mad huh? Can't no fashion n***a help you, this a 1 of 1 Hand painted cost you thirty-five-hundred ones [Verse 2: Jerry] This where I k** em on some other sh** Deuce watch, Rollie on the other wrist I ain't drop sh**, tell em wait until the Summer hit We ain't drop sh**, Jerry really on some other sh** Hol' up wait a minute lemme come again Gotta get the last out, Art Lord coming in R3 flame, p**y n***a bring the oven mitten Shawty felt the wave said she ain't felt nothing since YKE my n***a It's we my n***a Shots if you ever play me my n***a Please my n***a, it's too ease my n***a You Mobley my n***a, I'm KD my n***a I'm swag surfing, boy I ain't even touch rap surface Forget who the pastor is I'm the Wick savoir, you missed last service? I see you looking mad nervous Just inked something feeling mad straight My last tape still getting mad play If it ain't his raps straight, or the tracks great, keep your snaps straight Tweeting gossip that's mad gay Your corny jokes gon bring a bad day Your newest Benz, boy that was last May (3x) ...Whatever Toast to the fact that my youngin' rapping Frank Lucas nephew don't f** with rap I sacrifice with this, so you could f** wit that But it's the hustler in you, can't f** wit that