4x歌词

作词 : Jonathan Kirk/Khalick Caldwell/Antwain Fox
作曲 : Jonathan Kirk/Khalick Caldwell/Antwain Fox
Just got off the phone with my partner
He told me he need three I told him
I got him ha
You probably ain't heard how I'm rockin'
I'll beat yo' a*s up leave my gun
In my pocket yeah
Just went up on my prices you dig I went up
Keep a gun wit' no license you dig
Off the top I ain't writin' this s**t uh-uh
I keep a glock I ain't fightin' you b***h
Yeah I'm tryna strike him come here
I got s**t on lock rikers on lock
Sent the dm she think that I like her uh-huh
I just want some good head she want titles that neck
Got my music on apple and tidal ha
I got the juice like I'm snapple I'm viral ha-ha
She sucked my **** for a pic uh-huh
I smack her a*s give her **** **** ****
I'll turn your a*s to a lick b***h
We hop off the sprinter with sticks
We came for a show but these rods ain't for show
N***a do the wrong thing and we endin' his s**t on gang
Bruh hop off the stage then we fallin' uh
N***a reach is you tryna go viral P***y
He get beat to sleep for playin' tough in the club
He won't remember tomorrow gang
I'm a real-I'm a real blockstar uh-huh
Stunna man got the block bumpin' uh-huh
My name in the streets like I popped somethin' yeah
N***a play with my name have the block jumpin' uh-uh
Your b***h on my **** when I drop somethin' ooh
You ain't hit no licks n***a stop frontin' uh-uh
I ain't tryna lip box
I'm tryna knock him out the frame stunna gon'
Crop somethin' come here
Lookin' for his b***h like he lost somethin' where she at
She wit' me I got my feet up ha ha
My **** on the plate make her eat up eat
He can still get a p bro they cheap ha
A trapper turned rapper
Been losin' my plays 'cause
I've been out of town for a week d**n
Too busy I can't pick my phone up I can't
Don't argue with hoes b***h we grown-ups yeah
I walk it out DJ unk walk it out
Got that fire on me not **** with trump got that fire
Do my dance on your main she gon' ****
N***a play with the gang if you want yeah
I'll do a show get you hit get you hit
Hundred twenty-five hoes on my **** twenty-five
I bumped into your swoop she a goner she gone
She wasn't my type of boo I ain't want her uh-uh
Passed it down through the crew here go stunna okay
Uh bro send that pack off like a punter trap
I son that boy like his uncle b***h
He claimin' somethin' we puttin' him under come here
We beat down his block like some drummers wham
No thug I'm really with gunners slime
Ayy I'm in her mouth like a sucker ooh
I use her face I won't nut on the covers thot thot
Four times these b***hes love me four times
See me with dababy now they wanna **** me gang
And if I do b***h you lucky ooh
Ha I bet he gon' die if he touch me wham
Four times four times four times
Pop your s**t n***a pop your s**t go 'head
Four times
Pop your s**t
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Pop it
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Pop your s**t talk your s**t
Yeah hottest young n***a doin' this s**t b***h b***h
Four way you get this s**t the glo way
Hallway rundown God way grahh
That's why I **** wit' n***a
That's why I **** wit' that
That's why I **** wit' that n***a right there
Huh
He gon' pop his s**t you hear me
Real talk I'm the best mother****in' rapper stunna
The best young n***a rapper b***h we takin' over
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