Four Five

Riding 'round in that 45
Talkin' shit he gone die
Oh that's your bitch, I steal your hoe
I do not give no fucks (Fa!)
Why you looking like you gone cry?
What, you sad or something?
And these fake bitches they won't ride
Ray-bands like Addison (Woah)

Feeling like I won't cry
I get money on time (Yeah)
With a choppa' .45
Bitch want to come in one time, time (Blat!)
Hit that boy up, with a left and right
With a bad bitch and she waste my time (Yeah)
You wanna run up, just tell me why

Hit after hit, rolling up a spliff (Slatt!)
If she want to fuck
Come over and give her dick (Dick)
I cannot fuck with no bitch
Choppa' on me hit his lip (Hit his lip)
Want to run up get slumped
Bad bitch on me and she sucking me up

I got a whole lot of bands, okay
If he run up we shooting his mans, okay
They try to kill me but they can't (Can't)
How you fucking with a rat? Okay

She want to run up one day (Blah!)on me with a spray, spray
He want to run up, okay (Yeah)
Choppa' gone shoot at his face, face

Keep a .45 on my man's
Heard he want to dance
With that choppa' in my pants
Shooting at his dad yeah
.45 on my man's (Yeah)
Keep a .45 wit my man's

Riding 'round in that 45
Talkin' shit he gone die
Oh that's your bitch, I steal your hoe
I do not give no fucks (Fa!)
Why you looking like you gone cry?
What, you sad or something?
And these fake bitches they won't ride
Ray-bands like Addison

Push up
Chains up on my neck
Look at the way I flex (Huh)
Ain't no disrespect
Yeah I been rollin' I'm holding my check
Sipping on wock, yeah I'm sippin' on flex
Come to the crib and she giving me neck
.40 on me and it shooting your head (Head)



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Writer(s): Austin Mann
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