4X4
Whoo-ooh-ooh
Whoo-ooh-ooh (ha, ha)
Four-by-four, I'm back on road (hey)
I'm back on go
Ooh-ooh-ooh (damn)
Four-by-four, we back in mode
Lil' bitch, we back for more
Whoo-ooh-ooh
I'm sippin' drop
I ride my motorcycle, make her pussy pop (whoa)
I'm mad conceited, and they got me feelin' Wock'
I snatch them bands up
They thought they had it lock (you ain't have shit, nigga)
(Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo)
Jump up on it, ride it, got lil' B vibin' (I popped a G5)
I break her cup down and this taste is so exotic
Drop a big deposit, bitch, I'm your autopilot
Whoo-ooh-ooh (ha, ha)
Four-by-four, I'm back on road (hey)
I'm back on go
Ooh-ooh-ooh (damn)
Four-by-four, we back in mode
Lil' bitch, we back for more
Runnin' it, runnin' it, runnin' it up again
She get to chew on this dick like it's Doublemint
I'm runnin' this shit like a government (whoo, I'm doin' too much)
Told the bitch sit down, she doin' too much
Niggas say they outside, gotta prove it to us
Them little bitty Glocks ain't movin' to us
Get rollin', nigga, I put ya in a blunt
Brr-brr-brr-brr-brr-brr, okay (ha-ha-ha)
She know too many rappers, get this bitch up out my face
Brr-brr-brr-brr-brr-brr, okay (ha-ha-ha)
She be fuckin' broke niggas, bitch ain't got no taste
But I got a ho right now that can fuck me good and pour my drank (eat it up)
Her body must be recycled 'cause this bitch ain't got no waist (whoo)
The waist good, I'm gon wife you, you can get that ring today
Pass my lean, baby, it's full lime green, baby (yee)
Whoo-ooh-ooh (ha, ha)
Four-by-four, I'm back on road (hey)
I'm back on go
Ooh-ooh-ooh (damn)
Four-by-four, we back in mode
Lil' bitch, we back for more
Why these lil' niggas don't like me?
Why these lil' niggas don't like me?
I pulled up clean in the Harley
Then I snatched off 'cause I'm way too cocky
I'm fuckin' this, fuckin' this, stained my shirt
Oh, damn, it stained my white tee (damn)
Thank God my son an Aquemini
He was way too close to a Pisces
I pull up in a Maybach truck
In the three-hunnid inside, nigga it's a sight-see
If any nigga out here got a problem with the Don
I swear to God, nigga, you could fight me
I'm fuckin' this, fuckin' this, stained my shirt
Oh, damn, it stained my white tee
And they playin' with the choppa, I'll cut a mo'fucker
I'm movin' like a young Pooh Shiesty
Whoo-ooh-ooh (ha, ha)
Four-by-four, I'm back on road (hey)
I'm back on go
Ooh-ooh-ooh (damn)
Four-by-four, we back in mode
Lil' bitch, we back for more
Whoo-ooh-ooh
I'm sippin' drop
I ride my motorcycle, make her pussy pop (whoa)
I'm mad conceited, and they got me feelin' Wock'
I snatch them bands up
They thought they had it lock (you ain't have shit, nigga)
(Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo)
Jump up on it, ride it, got lil' B vibin' (I popped a G5)
I break her cup down and this taste is so exotic
Drop a big deposit, bitch, I'm your autopilot
Whoo-ooh-ooh (ha, ha)
Four-by-four, I'm back on road (hey)
I'm back on go
Ooh-ooh-ooh (damn)
Four-by-four, we back in mode
Lil' bitch, we back for more
Runnin' it, runnin' it, runnin' it up again
She get to chew on this dick like it's Doublemint
I'm runnin' this shit like a government (whoo, I'm doin' too much)
Told the bitch sit down, she doin' too much
Niggas say they outside, gotta prove it to us
Them little bitty Glocks ain't movin' to us
Get rollin', nigga, I put ya in a blunt
Brr-brr-brr-brr-brr-brr, okay (ha-ha-ha)
She know too many rappers, get this bitch up out my face
Brr-brr-brr-brr-brr-brr, okay (ha-ha-ha)
She be fuckin' broke niggas, bitch ain't got no taste
But I got a ho right now that can fuck me good and pour my drank (eat it up)
Her body must be recycled 'cause this bitch ain't got no waist (whoo)
The waist good, I'm gon wife you, you can get that ring today
Pass my lean, baby, it's full lime green, baby (yee)
Whoo-ooh-ooh (ha, ha)
Four-by-four, I'm back on road (hey)
I'm back on go
Ooh-ooh-ooh (damn)
Four-by-four, we back in mode
Lil' bitch, we back for more
Why these lil' niggas don't like me?
Why these lil' niggas don't like me?
I pulled up clean in the Harley
Then I snatched off 'cause I'm way too cocky
I'm fuckin' this, fuckin' this, stained my shirt
Oh, damn, it stained my white tee (damn)
Thank God my son an Aquemini
He was way too close to a Pisces
I pull up in a Maybach truck
In the three-hunnid inside, nigga it's a sight-see
If any nigga out here got a problem with the Don
I swear to God, nigga, you could fight me
I'm fuckin' this, fuckin' this, stained my shirt
Oh, damn, it stained my white tee
And they playin' with the choppa, I'll cut a mo'fucker
I'm movin' like a young Pooh Shiesty
Credits
Writer(s): Brian Yepes, Bugz Ronin, Caleb Toliver, Derek “206derek” Anderson, John Mitchell, Matthew Spatola, Matthew Spattola, Sb Josh, Tommy Parker
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