4 Ever
Yea Korna baby rest in peace 26 yea
Love my niggas forever
We gonna get rich together
I'm stuck in the trenches with steppers
You mention my name you get wet up
I want the bag and I came for the extras
Bend the S and this shit could get hectic
Score for a Pint so I hit up hector
We stack this paper no we do not flex it
They say Justo baby you Legend
I said I'm one in the making
All of my brothers keep one in the head
So please do not think that they faking
Fuck police they done raided my Vacant
If my brother like that he gon take it
For my brother's lockdown I'm just praying
You make yo bed you lay in it
I dirtied my liter I'm leaning
I slime in the morning I slide in the evening
Backwood to the face I'm chiefin'
In my mind I'm fighting my demons
How could you say that you never gon leave me
On bad terms you just Block and Delete me
With your back turned
I can't fuckin believe it
Now its tables turned now I feel like you need me
Love my niggas forever
We gonna get rich together
I'm stuck in the trenches with steppers
You mention my name you get wet up
I want the bag and i came for the extras
Bend the S and this shit could get hectic
Score for a Pint so I hit up hector
We stack this paper no we do not flex it
Yea I'm so slimey yea I'm stuck up I'm my ways
You think my Shawty lacking he a gun up on his waist
You run up moving crazy we gon shoot up the whole place
No Face no Case my shooters do broad days
I love my niggas forever
We all gonna shoot together
Crash out any weather crash out on whoever
Get Back the whole city screaming Get Back
All I know is flip packs
We took his shit we not giving it back
Down to my last run it up in the trap
All I know how to do is add it
I stayed down till I found me a lick
It was times I was down to a zip
Come a dollar short imma throw me a fit
Nothing but Zaza touch my lip
Do my dance when a Opp get hit
Blvd Baby let me talk my shit
We gon slide forever We gon Slime whenever
I'm with the gang and we came for the taking
Behind the S and I think you won't make it
Score for a Pint so I hit up hector
We stack this paper no we do not flex it
They say Justo baby you Legend
I said I'm one in the making
All of my brothers keep one in the head
So please do not think that they faking
Fuck police they done raided my Vacant
If my brother like that he gon take it
For my brother's lockdown I'm just praying
You make yo bed you lay in it
I dirtied my liter I'm leaning
I slime in the morning I slide in the evening
Backwood to the face I'm chiefin'
In my mind I'm fighting my demons
Love my niggas forever
We gonna get rich together
I'm stuck in the trenches with steppers
You mention my name you get wet up
I want the bag and I came for the extras
Bend the S and this shit could get hectic
Score for a Pint so I hit up hector
We stack this paper no we do not flex it
They say Justo baby you Legend
I said I'm one in the making
All of my brothers keep one in the head
So please do not think that they faking
Fuck police they done raided my Vacant
If my brother like that he gon take it
For my brother's lockdown I'm just praying
You make yo bed you lay in it
I dirtied my liter I'm leaning
I slime in the morning I slide in the evening
Backwood to the face I'm chiefin'
In my mind I'm fighting my demons
How could you say that you never gon leave me
On bad terms you just Block and Delete me
With your back turned
I can't fuckin believe it
Now its tables turned now I feel like you need me
Love my niggas forever
We gonna get rich together
I'm stuck in the trenches with steppers
You mention my name you get wet up
I want the bag and i came for the extras
Bend the S and this shit could get hectic
Score for a Pint so I hit up hector
We stack this paper no we do not flex it
Yea I'm so slimey yea I'm stuck up I'm my ways
You think my Shawty lacking he a gun up on his waist
You run up moving crazy we gon shoot up the whole place
No Face no Case my shooters do broad days
I love my niggas forever
We all gonna shoot together
Crash out any weather crash out on whoever
Get Back the whole city screaming Get Back
All I know is flip packs
We took his shit we not giving it back
Down to my last run it up in the trap
All I know how to do is add it
I stayed down till I found me a lick
It was times I was down to a zip
Come a dollar short imma throw me a fit
Nothing but Zaza touch my lip
Do my dance when a Opp get hit
Blvd Baby let me talk my shit
We gon slide forever We gon Slime whenever
I'm with the gang and we came for the taking
Behind the S and I think you won't make it
Score for a Pint so I hit up hector
We stack this paper no we do not flex it
They say Justo baby you Legend
I said I'm one in the making
All of my brothers keep one in the head
So please do not think that they faking
Fuck police they done raided my Vacant
If my brother like that he gon take it
For my brother's lockdown I'm just praying
You make yo bed you lay in it
I dirtied my liter I'm leaning
I slime in the morning I slide in the evening
Backwood to the face I'm chiefin'
In my mind I'm fighting my demons
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Writer(s): Justice King
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