Lyrics:
Ride the four-wheelers and go bowlin', when I ain't in the stu'
That smoke go down whoever throat, I never pick and choose
I'm 5'7", I walked in, she
since I was sixteen (yeah)
I'm twenty-somethin' with a twenty piece (damn)
At the Laker game with floor seats (damn)
I'm John Travolta off the movie
Twenty-six, Forgiatos breakin' necks
What it look like, a murder flex
Allegedly (shh shh)
They got Ricky locked up for amphetamines (for what)
Police think I'm
I'm on the highway
Going bout hundred
Twenty an hour
Bout my money bout my dollas
So I'm earning now
Bout my money bout my dollas
Like I'm serving
Here's a couple of suggestions of how you could finesse it
You find a dude in town, you send him a short message
Say, "Hey, I'm new in town, I
Daeres bruh
Yeah yeah
Way around, way around
Way ‘round we go
Took her to the 4 now we sniffing on some blow
Way ‘round we go
Walked on by the store
line me I got me a bad bitch
Give her some breesh and she quick to relax it
Like what
Who next
It's Ten to the four you know we gon step
With some twos
tuff
Off the Migos she slipping & fuckin it up
Call KD he slide wit a Dutch
Bitches dubbed me b4 now they all down to fuck
It don't matter I'm down 4
me tell me that I'm a murderer
Dress up in a jacket, then dress up in a tie
Want to deprive
I'm a murderer
Murderer [Repeat x 4]
Not them.
me tell me that I'm a murderer
Dress up in a jacket, then dress up in a tie
Want to deprive
I'm a murderer
Murderer [Repeat x 4]
Not them.
I got the money, blue hunneds
My bros say the same shit
I got this new 40 on me
Today I'ma bang with it
I put these bands on slow
Mo whenever I lane
at the world like I got it in my hands
Just another youngin tryna get it how I can
Twenty-four, and I'm still learning how to be the man
Working with my cards
dick tastes
See me cruising
80/20 chance I'm shit faced
I'm that guy
I Come alive
When it gets late
I don't mean dumb bells
When I say that I lift
is four for a pound
Y'all need cream
That's equivalent to a sixteen
See, when I'm rappin' I'm trappin'
Wasn't really good, well, subtract
Then I'm
from foe
And what do you know
By the time morning comes I can see the light
And then I'm thanking god once again for making everything all right
weakness
Now I'm four, five seconds from wildin'
And we got three more days 'til Friday
I'm just tryna make it back home by Monday mornin'
I swear, I
taco
Come by the trap, get you two for the twenty
Run up and get smoked like a Gar, since you thinkin' I'm pussy
Fuckin' your hoe, I been beatin' up
nothin'
Do a hit real sick, it be cold the whole summer
I can't figure how she comin', I'ma give her to my mama
In a minute I'ma cut a nigga, knowin' I'm
I'm wasted in the club
Standin' on the couch in VIP
When I'm disrupted by the
Biggest light I've ever seen and
Light from up above
Hope he don't hold it
said you love the way i live
You said you speeding through them hills
I hate to be a bad influence
I hit you up four forty-five showed up by five
Got
spent some racks and the drip always show
Bitch I ain't drunk I'm just high off this 4
Pass me the gun and just watch it unload
Talking so loud til I let
that last renty
I know niggas that's woppin and Hurkin
Glock on em lurkin it pop wit no perky he drop that's 4 certain see a opp with a thot on the block
the coaches
And I'm a always be in the hood like roaches
Flow is ferocious, dough is ferocious
Two guns by each lung with no holsters
And I control all
buy it
I probably get her a Birkin
I take that back, shit I'm lying
I'm on the jet when I'm flying
I'm in the Bentley, I'm wheelin'
I'm in the trench
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