Four ninety nine

Lyrics: Andile Radebe Music: Andile Radebe xso (It’s really like that now I just live for the swag now I’m chasing the bag now)
Yea yung scottie a soldier, do it for the culture I’m rocking margiela see 23 numbers Keeping it on me, Keepin that stick on me it’s my cutter I can’t see clearly my head under water You really my son you do all that I taught you We finna catch you and we finna walk you down no doubt I know that nigga he act for the clout I know the haters not bringing me down Too much beef going on right now Said I gotta be quiet I can’t make a sound And it’s always the lames that gotta be loud How you diss but you ass you really a clown Tryna mash up with me I really said wow And my choppa been singing he really get loud Put him on the mic he getting a grammy I’m recording this song while i’m at my grannies I know that i’m different y’all won’t understand me And my kids finna have like 35 nannies Said he poppin em pills he poppin the Xannies We know he a fed we call him tenpany All of that capping is not necessary Said i was down you weren’t seeing me clearly (you weren’t seeing me clearly) And i’m finna win tell the haters get ready Dealing with me you gotta know i’m deadly Got too much artillery it’s hella heavy Not too many friends but they keep acting friendly And I know you not real cause the enemies many I can’t trust none of you niggas I hope that you get me Imma keep on spitting till you niggas hear me And your music is senseless like elementary Aint know feature for free cause it’s not complementary Chatting to who put you in cemetery Got your name on a bullet like this shit is starbucks My heat make you darker Call me double S cause scott is a stunner We getting everything we getting numbers Physically, digitally and my chain is alyx Brand new swag got that shit in celine