Lyrics:
four-wheelers with you in the sand dunes
Leave it all
Come and start brand new
There's no other man
That will understand you
Come and whip with me inside
Soul Eater, drive by on a four wheeler
Soul Eater, drive by on a four wheeler
Itchin' had to part ways with my old dealer
Itchin' had to part ways
a tour? Let's see
I've got floor-to-ceiling windows and a cabin-style mansion
Bucks, bears, trucks, boats, tires, spares, four-wheelers
Three-wheelers
eighteen-wheeler with the reefer trailer
I don't get a load in, I'ma send a load, bitch
Had to strong arm to the judge up in court, bitch
Ding-dong, push button
around you would die for you?
I'm not bein' funny but if I come through there sprayin'
All them niggas turn to 4 wheelers
Honestly, truth be told, YSL
yeah, yeah
You know I'm back in New Mexico Yeah, you know I don't fuck with them, Avocados
And you know I hit your hoe as soon as she open the door
Now
a mends, ya
That's just how it is on the westside
Niggas ride four wheelers like a Tesla
Know we shooting first and asking questions later
Tempers flare when
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Old Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise
(One-hut, two-three-four)
If we didn't fire our muskets
Daydreamin' of dirt bikes and four wheelers
Shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer
Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers
That brand new car
a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Hut, two, three, four
Sound off,
a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Hut, two, three, four
Sound off,
That lame ain't a killa he softer than chinchilla
And I'm a GT see a 4 door wheeler
Matter fact this summer its 44 4 wheelers
45 on my side shorty
RattPack for life yute, Young Sinatra yute, yeh
Hey Logic, it's Chester from Silver City, New Mexico
And Paige Trudysville from Silver City, New Mexico
signs like they on them four-wheelers
So there was once upon a time when them niggas tried to kill us
Started getting money, so them bitches start
A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher
Ridin' on a midnight bus bound for Mexico
One's headed for vacation, one for higher education
A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher
Ridin' on a midnight bus bound for Mexico
One's headed for vacation, one for higher education
a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Hut, hut, three, four
Sound off,
thing
Now wassup h-town cause you know that they feel us
3 wheeler 4 wheeler actin bad for scrilla
Comin down Cullen splashin swagin hard on 4s
Heads
'em
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.
Hup, hup, three, four.
Sound, off, three, four.
Hup, hup, three, four.
woahdies, yeah
New Givenchy coat it's like we're selling dope
Since I started pimping I don't sell no more
I got bitches down to 4-0-1 and 4-1-0
I ain't
eighteen-wheeler, 'bout to unload in a minute
I sent a load to Virginia, I sent a load to Virginia
Caught a play in Southeast DC, then I took a boat to Virginia
I
the judge they a
Bunch of drug dealers (fuck 'em)
Throwin' up gang signs like they
On them four wheelers (Eastside)
I I, I got acres in the boonies
I
stand on yo tippy toes
I leave the front shii to the little niccas I done had to stop selling lows
Im on a four wheeler in the hills and im selling bags
Cut through the park and you link with the dealer
Bun two zoot with a side of tequila, healer
Four man jump out the beamer
No goal scored but they
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