Released: September 28, 2018

Songwriter: WillMajor LondnBlue Kevin Gates

Producer: LondnBlue WillMajor

[Intro]
I mean I wanna talk a lil' shit
Can I talk a lil' shit?
I mean, Lidocaine, Isotole, Bolivia, mother of pearl, Acetone
We really in the streets with it

[Chorus]
Fourth quarter pressure
Five ton jack
With the metal box
Breadwinners stamp
Fourth quarter pressure
Five ton jack
With the metal box
Breadwinners stamp
Fourth quarter pressure
Breadwinners stamp
With the metal box
Five ton jack
Fourth quarter pressure
Breadwinners stamp
With the metal box
Five ton jack

[Verse 1]
With the acetone, recompress it back (I do)
Took a 4-way out his one and its jumpin' back
Five hunnit racks on a whole pack
Bad bitch on the road 'bout to run it back

[Bridge]
Cell phone ring that's another hunnit g's (hello?)
Asian out in Cali 'bout to send a bunch of p's
Cell phone ring that's another hunnit g's (hello?)
Asian out in Cali 'bout to send a ton of p's

[Chorus]
Fourth quarter pressure
Five ton jack
With the metal box
Breadwinners stamp
Fourth quarter pressure
Five ton jack
With the metal box
Breadwinners stamp
Fourth quarter pressure
Breadwinners stamp
With the metal box
Five ton jack
Fourth quarter pressure
Breadwinners stamp
With the metal box
Five ton jack

[Verse 2]
You ever jumped out on a nigga block, ya heard me and just been like "Ay who the big dog is?"
I'm getting 'em whole, I'm gettin' the load
They come off a plane, they come off a boat
The eighteen wheeler pull up on the low (beep)
Backin' back into the zone (beep)
Pager we hit like a phone (hello?)
Text message I settle it wrong
Take somethin' your neck a’ be gone
Yeen’ knowing I’m connected, I’m strong
I send a hit and the pressure be on
Ridin' in Bentley's mind your business, I'm the business
We in the buildin'
Breadwinner, Mafia Material
Breadcrumbs, not with the cereal
Real one I look in the mirror
Dope in the pot here makin' a miracle
Hold on boo don't get hysterical
We in the gutter, shit a lil' scary
That's if you scary, I am not scary
You are not fresh
What are you wearin'?
When I get dressed, people are starin'
Think what you want, I am not carin'
That my lil' hoe, I don't mind sharin'
She keep it solid, movin' in silence
Every time, a lil hearing impaired
Nobody perfect, we understand
Bought her kicks gave her some bands
She hold a sack, thumbin' through that
I hit from the back, I make her tap
Pullin her hair, we in the trap
All the J's, seen 'er naked
Still servin' while I'm flexin'
Shirt off and I'm sexy
Skrt off in the Lexus
Straight raw, I'm a legend
Gold mack 9.11
Rap talk, I'm a veteran
Cookin' a brick and I'm makin it stiff
I got it coolin' right in the kitchen
Food boomin' right in the trenches
New booty give me your digits
Stickin' dick all in your kidneys, new jewelry, really ridiculous
New coupe, removable ceilings
Two scoop, nigga we drippin'
Ice movin' all in my dentures
Bitch bad, booty got dimples
Freckle face, the dude, he got pimples
Dunk her off, she's livin' in Denham
Migo call, tell him to send em
Wrong sides, service delivered
Rolls Royce, shittin' on niggas
No choice, forced me to kill him
My swag, you cannot mimic
This how, I'm really livin'
Truth be told, I'm one of them niggas
Truth be told, I showed a few niggas
I'm a trophy, I’m in the city
Trap spot, we goin' digi’
Push button, punish her with it
Glitch comin', in a few minutes
Say lil' daddy "why you pretending?"
Wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be livin'
Pull up on side ya, hop out and finish
I'm really wit' it, standin' attention
Make a decision, how we gon' fix it?

[Chorus]
Fourth quarter pressure
Five ton jack
With the metal box
Breadwinners stamp
Fourth quarter pressure
Five ton jack
With the metal box
Breadwinners stamp
Fourth quarter pressure
Breadwinners stamp
With the metal box
Five ton jack
Fourth quarter pressure
Breadwinners stamp
With the metal box
Five ton jack

[Bridge]
Cell phone ring that's another hunnit g's (hello?)
Asian out in Cali 'bout to send a bunch of p's
Cell phone ring that's another hunnit g's (hello?)
Asian out in Cali 'bout to send a ton of p's

[Outro]
Show me where I ain't a real nigga dawg?
Show me where I hated on a nigga for?
Every nigga that ever came 'round me did better nigga
Ya heard me?
I appreciate your loyalty

Kevin Gates

Kevin Jerome Gilyard aka Kevin Gates was born February 5, 1986, in New Orleans, Louisiana but grew up in Baton Rouge. He began his career in 2006 as an artist on Dead Game Records.

Following a short stint in prison, in 2011, Kevin created BWA (Bread Winner’s Association), which is partnered with Atlantic Records. He lives with his wife, Dreka Gates, and now his two children Khaza and Islah, which he named his hit album of 2016.