4Our Point Oh

I'm on 4.0 you know the letters in the quad
Who he we don't know he ain't repping with the squad
I got angels round me hol up let me thank my god
I got demons on me just look me straight in the eye
Before I pull up you can smell that I'm already high
Last week I was baked this week I'm already fried
Ink on my face still got me a 9 to 5
Straight to outer space every time I hit the zah

Back out a new whip now I'm riding down ya block skrrt skrrt
I'm smoking pressure hit my pen one time my lung finna hurt
I'm bout to clock in hit my 9 to 5 I put in that work
Feel like One For All I New York Smash just look at my quirk
Uh I'm not a jerk
Hit my toosie I'm finna flirt
Puffing on zooties off of this earth
Uh put y'all niggas in the dirt
I'm in my bag what is it worth
I'm taking shrooms I don't do Percs
I got the swggett look at my merch
I'm with the set we finna merk
He gone see red all on his shirt
I been this lit ever since birth
I feel like Uzi I'm going Vert
I got the head shawty a nerd
She gonna shake it she don't do stirred
I'm sipping Hendricks vision is blurred
Gang finna link up what is the word
I ain't this lit like what've you heard

I'm on 4.0 you know the letters in the name
To New York yea you know about my fucking plane
He can't rock with us no he ain't fucking gang
Had to curve that bitch cuz that little bih was lame

I'm on 4.0 you know the letters in the quad
Who he we don't know he ain't repping with the squad
I got angels round me hol up let me thank my god
I got demons on me just look me straight in the eye
Before I pull up you can smell that I'm already high
Last week I was baked this week I'm already fried
Ink on my face still got me a 9 to 5
Straight to outer space every time I hit the zah



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Writer(s): Tony Stricklin
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