B4

Shh shh shh shh
Ha ha ha ha
Aye
(Yee)

Why don't you tell me what you want
You keep leading me on
I got weed in my palm
Two bitches in arms reach
Said she wanna be a star
Wanna link at the bar
But she scared of my dogs
Won't be within arms reach

I'm Mr. 4K a.k.a could give a fuck 'bout what a hoe tellin'
I'm wholesaling bows that my bro mail in
Fasho sellin' her throat if that hoe failin'
From hoe killin' to go get the doe
Niggas actin' like they shoot shit when they really don't
They love saying they gone do shit that they really won't
I give two fucks
They know 'bout my funk
Like, what you want
These niggas don't even know what to do with a gun
But my cleats on, standing in the field like a scarecrow
They like where did Javier go
He let the hair grow
Still bare-bone a bitch back
Til' she bare, broke
Thinking 'bout them days 'fore the racks
We was still broke
Cleats on
Standing in the field like a scarecrow
They like where did Javier go
He let the hair grow
Still bare-bone a bitch back till she bare, broke
Thinking 'bout them days 'fore the racks
We was still broke



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Writer(s): Elijah Jones
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