4 Words

Hopped out da taxi cab with my back pack
Headphones blast as i tune to this track
Back to the city where niggaz they flash gats
Pussy ass niggaz damn right that max pad
Tame broads with money for tampons
Dirty as bitches fuck when they mans gone
Deal on the table and a table full of bills
No checks just circumventive money gotta shell
Ive walked suicidal tight ropes
Haters on ma neck prayin for the day that i choke
And they wonder why i smoke repeaditvly
A pack a newports couple fiths of hennesey
Motion thru court these court dates are stressin me
Im like what the fuck get it over arrest me
Lyricidal chef and i poison my enemies
Cook 4 words in the hook is my recipe



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Writer(s): Justin Byrd
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