Lyrics:
thirsty
Cause he bought a mansion in Patterson New Jersey
The house that was owned by Lou Castello
At the age of 25 life was so mellow
A father of 4, each
fuckin' bank
I remember my sophomore high school teacher said what I couldn't make
She made like twenty-four a year, my bezel thirty-eight, bitch (bitch)
give me cash
Pull up, hop out, 40 in my pants
Bag full of gas got the whole crew lit
I'm on the twenty-third floor with my best friend's bitch
Just
for that)
Brown paper bag (we the best)
Just pulled over in my 7-5
Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide
Got 20 in the trunk you can bet me
[Verse 1: Fam-Lay]
Hmmm...yes sirrrrrr
Rock and roll, man roll and rock
I got tens, got twentys, got fifty blocks
I got smoke to buy, coke for
The Goyard is on all fours
I do this shit for encores
I did this shit in Tom Ford
They said I'm wrong for it
I'm so fly I looked up and said get on boy
twenty-three now but will I live to see twenty-four?
The way things is going, I don't know
Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you
beautiful
It gon' be four letters at my funeral
(That's forever)
Pray in the day, I'm a killer in the night
Got a killstreak of three twenty five
I don't do
I'ma still run the raw
You can come and see me, I got 'em for twenty-four
Double R and Beat Club, who hard as us?
In The "R" We Trust, c'mon
Jada
She said she diggin' my flow
I make her suck me and then suck my bro
We knock them down by the four
I still walk in with fire at all my shows
a whole lotta runnin' (runnin')
Eyes in my rearview mirror, I'm on point, won't go for nothin'
Got twenty shots left up in the K, thought I shot the whole
It's Us (go)
Her and her friends want liquor, I left and came back with four rums like Reddit
Check up on all my exes, big body up in Texas
All
Big trucks, gee rides, we fly, twenty-fo' won't you sit in them tires
Believe me its nothing
G-4 ? Just won't mix with my ride keep a strap on my
they locked me up
On twenty-four separate counts of arson
And now I sit and I stare at a blank brick wall
Lookin' back on what I've done
To pass
the phone
Just when you think your life is over
You're twenty-one and looking for
Your four-leaf clover
Luck has nothing to do with it
Take control
had tried to take him and that many men were dead
He was vicious and a killer, though a youth of twenty four
And the notches on his pistol numbered
by me name to show I'm verified
Strap it, no certificate, got nicked with it, I'm certified (what?)
Free Flock, he's in the wock he got like
know I can't be slippin in the '94
So put up a glock, 'cause we be buckin with them 4.4's
45. Auto Mag. .30 round clip. Fully Mag
P-30, mini-14.
started rhyming (You know it)
FOUR FOUR TWENTY
It’s the time we started vibing
FOUR FOUR TWENTY
Light the blunt it’s perfect timing (Yea)
Hot up in this
to fuck a model off of Coke
And then I’ll start recording
Yeah
That’s what you call a hit
I got twenty four hours a day
I work through all of it
When I’m
shit to the floor
Ito ay sari sari store
Just drop that shit to the floor
Ito ay sari sari store
Four stack three stack two Stack one
I got robbed by
to be kissing and cuddling
I've always been the type to be tussling and hustling
spin on who spin on me are crazy
Six four on twenty two forgis and I'm
strangers by nature[02:20.53]Gotta act like we was never homies
of me this feels like it's some next shit
It's my fault and I can't stop blowing up Race Cars 20-20 tops yeah
Money on the line do this every time
I won't
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