Lyrics:
Bakk so im throwing up 4s
So many nights I was by myself
I was down Bad and ain't nobody help
I threw the cards i ain't like what was dealt
Fuck bout
start I finish paper route take care of my business
Run it up I aint reaching a limit I put up the score
Go a hundred percentage just know we aint
settle even when the score's even
Tryna tour Sweden A$AP
I can foresee it
But my mood's swinging like the four seasons
Screaming "Por Vida"
While I'm
brother man'll cut your hands off
Relapse
Bitch, ay, fuck a band, get it ten by ten, I'm on ten ten
Getting head wit my Timb's on in her bed
Oh, you
real
My nigga some shit, you gotta show
They not fuckin' with the kid
My nig' and that's some shit they know
One liter pourin' 4's
Exotic wood got me
me the drop I'm coming slide
Niggas gangster on the gram but in real life them niggas hiding
And imma get back free lil' tweety if that Glock stay by
this known from the door
I make niggaz walk like ball four
Y'all score games down the block
For me it's hip hop around the clock
Critical, I'm bound
let's up the score
Threw him a pound and he whispered back
"I love you more"
Beauty in the beast, she sees things she adores
I know her heart is pure,
Some people are policemen and they'll tell you not to move
Hold freeze don't move
The urge to move
But I'm fleeing the scene with the world in my jeans
he a bitch
I caught him by myself and smacked him with the stick
You playing with me, you don't know what happened to the last one
Upped the score
have some lures
I can't take no losses so I gotta learn from yours
When I'm stunting on the field, so I take her on some tours
Take her on a tour, by
fuckin' day is relief
I pray that he keep, I'm scrappin' my knees from chasing this cheese
I had point guard dreams of playin' for some team
Hit
crawling on all fours up
Woah hey, you should've saw her
You should've that money to a college campus
But then again I guess momma needed some Pampers
some sleep yeah
Swerve
Watch me switch up my flow, I take my voice down low and raise the track four semitones (yeah)
This the other side you haven't
I'm getting all these blues
Got it on my own I could never lose
Yeah check the score board bitch we up
4th quarter give me the ball you know I'm clutch
they comin' out
Hit LB when the jokes up, touch down
That real Za, sixty-five hunnid for a pound
Ask G4 he know, we got the team strong
That chain
demonstrate invincible bomb raps
Not no hustler no player or speakin no crime crap
I'm vocally trying to score before my time lapse
Uh! Full court press,
this.
{DJ Paul}
y'all Know the motherfuckin score bitch.
y'all boys y'all boys ain't ready for this
Hot Boys Hot Boys gunnin with
gone do what i say
On gelato bitch now pour me a four
She just want me to go take her on tour
Shoot my shot out and you know im a score
She like me cause
Yeah mr c4, so stay dangerous
For sure (You know) it's Big 4
(Just pay the guy)
Ayy, I might call that bitch
When I'm tryna fuck
Ayy, I might cop
Fuck up some bands on my wrist real quick
Fuck up some bands on ya bitch real quick
Fuck up some bands on my whip real quick
I fuck up bands til my
new problems 4. and all new pain
All the faces are filled with so much anger
Losing our dignity and hope from fear of danger
After all the wars, after
and L.A. outside
And if you act bad, I'll bring the K outside
Go and get your money, bitch, none of my niggas on some funny shit
I can tell real by who
going!
Verse 1
Life ain’t 4 living/ if u just exist/ make your voice heard/ nigga raise your fist/ Hackney was cool/ a true neighbourhood/ some where
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