4x4 (feat. Meek Mill)
We in them four-by-fours
Seven-hundred, this bitch got go (Yeah)
Real fent' what I put in my dope (Bitch)
I was walkin' that yard on my own (Let's go)
You ain't turnt 'til you been on that road (You ain't shit)
How you turnt? Y'all ain't even got phones
New house like 1.4 (Cash)
No keys, everything got codes (Codes)
Ain't no sucker, but I step for my bitch
Ask around if I let off my blick (Ask around)
He was dissin', so I spun that bitch
Ask the East, "Who run that bitch?"
Young dog right here, don't play (Don't play)
My niggas gon' go if I can't (Go)
Lil' cuz' can't roll my pint (Pint, two-twenty-zero)
That's how he lost his life
Still got M's on ice
Bitch, I still got Tim's on ice
Bitch the type of nigga put rims on strikers
I been dodgin' my third indictment (Yeah)
No more text, we kitin' (Yeah)
Ayy, no more callin', we writin' (Bitch)
I ain't got no pole, I'm fightin' (I'm fightin')
Can't even be me, they bitin'
Heard word on the street, she liked him (Man)
Couple days later, I fucked her (What else?)
Couple days later, it's fuck her (Oh yeah)
Might send this shit to my bunkie (Bitch)
Big carats on me, they chunky (Yeah)
Black cherry APs, it's funky
Probably somewhere T'd with the junkies (Sweet)
Tryin' to send my beans to the country (Yeah)
Don't be mad at me, she fuckin' (Lame)
How you mad at me he fucked her? (Yeah)
How you mad at me we fucked her? (Huh?)
How you mad at me she fuckin'? (Bitch)
We in them four-by-fours
Seven-hundred, this bitch got go (Yeah)
Real fent' what I put in my dope (My bitch)
I was walkin' that yard on my own
You ain't turnt 'til you been on that road
How you turnt? Y'all ain't even got phones
New house like 1.4
No keys, everything got codes
Ain't no sucker, but I step for my bitch
Ask around if I let off my blick
He was dissin', so I spun that bitch
Ask the East, "Who run that bitch?" (Run that shit)
Walked in, Bottega my sneaks (Bottega)
I'll step on your neck in some cleats (I will)
In the hood on the money or something
Plane New York for the rest of the week
I just left out Dubai with a half on me
For a week, I can live like a sheikh
She keep talkin' like she want some cash, money
When I fuck her, I'm hittin' delete (Delete that)
Delete that, ain't make the viewin' but went to the repass
I sent a shooter, but he couldn't be fast
Switch go brr since he wanna be bad
Neck go brr, and my wrist playin' freeze tag
I'm in Skyami where I wanna be at
I'm back outside, it's like I was in rehab
If I don't post it, my haters won't be mad
If I don't post it, my haters won't be mad, woah (Ooh)
Is it the 'Gram that's hurtin' your heart?
Lil' shawty a work of art for real
Say that she wanted to swim with the sharks
I'm takin' her straight to St. Barts, for real
Say that she leavin' her nigga tomorrow
I told her, "That really ain't smart, trippin'"
I got a date with a rich ho tomorrow
And she tryna to rip me apart
We in them four-by-fours (Fours)
Seven-hundred, this bitch got go (Yeah)
Real fent' what I put in my dope (Bitch)
I was walkin' that yard on my own (Let's go)
You ain't turnt 'til you been on that road (You ain't shit)
How you turnt? Y'all ain't even got phones
New house like 1.4 (Cash)
No keys, everything got codes (Codes)
Ain't no sucker, but I step for my bitch
Ask around if I let off my blick (Ask around)
He was dissin', so I spun that bitch
Ask the East, "Who run that bitch?"
Seven-hundred, this bitch got go (Yeah)
Real fent' what I put in my dope (Bitch)
I was walkin' that yard on my own (Let's go)
You ain't turnt 'til you been on that road (You ain't shit)
How you turnt? Y'all ain't even got phones
New house like 1.4 (Cash)
No keys, everything got codes (Codes)
Ain't no sucker, but I step for my bitch
Ask around if I let off my blick (Ask around)
He was dissin', so I spun that bitch
Ask the East, "Who run that bitch?"
Young dog right here, don't play (Don't play)
My niggas gon' go if I can't (Go)
Lil' cuz' can't roll my pint (Pint, two-twenty-zero)
That's how he lost his life
Still got M's on ice
Bitch, I still got Tim's on ice
Bitch the type of nigga put rims on strikers
I been dodgin' my third indictment (Yeah)
No more text, we kitin' (Yeah)
Ayy, no more callin', we writin' (Bitch)
I ain't got no pole, I'm fightin' (I'm fightin')
Can't even be me, they bitin'
Heard word on the street, she liked him (Man)
Couple days later, I fucked her (What else?)
Couple days later, it's fuck her (Oh yeah)
Might send this shit to my bunkie (Bitch)
Big carats on me, they chunky (Yeah)
Black cherry APs, it's funky
Probably somewhere T'd with the junkies (Sweet)
Tryin' to send my beans to the country (Yeah)
Don't be mad at me, she fuckin' (Lame)
How you mad at me he fucked her? (Yeah)
How you mad at me we fucked her? (Huh?)
How you mad at me she fuckin'? (Bitch)
We in them four-by-fours
Seven-hundred, this bitch got go (Yeah)
Real fent' what I put in my dope (My bitch)
I was walkin' that yard on my own
You ain't turnt 'til you been on that road
How you turnt? Y'all ain't even got phones
New house like 1.4
No keys, everything got codes
Ain't no sucker, but I step for my bitch
Ask around if I let off my blick
He was dissin', so I spun that bitch
Ask the East, "Who run that bitch?" (Run that shit)
Walked in, Bottega my sneaks (Bottega)
I'll step on your neck in some cleats (I will)
In the hood on the money or something
Plane New York for the rest of the week
I just left out Dubai with a half on me
For a week, I can live like a sheikh
She keep talkin' like she want some cash, money
When I fuck her, I'm hittin' delete (Delete that)
Delete that, ain't make the viewin' but went to the repass
I sent a shooter, but he couldn't be fast
Switch go brr since he wanna be bad
Neck go brr, and my wrist playin' freeze tag
I'm in Skyami where I wanna be at
I'm back outside, it's like I was in rehab
If I don't post it, my haters won't be mad
If I don't post it, my haters won't be mad, woah (Ooh)
Is it the 'Gram that's hurtin' your heart?
Lil' shawty a work of art for real
Say that she wanted to swim with the sharks
I'm takin' her straight to St. Barts, for real
Say that she leavin' her nigga tomorrow
I told her, "That really ain't smart, trippin'"
I got a date with a rich ho tomorrow
And she tryna to rip me apart
We in them four-by-fours (Fours)
Seven-hundred, this bitch got go (Yeah)
Real fent' what I put in my dope (Bitch)
I was walkin' that yard on my own (Let's go)
You ain't turnt 'til you been on that road (You ain't shit)
How you turnt? Y'all ain't even got phones
New house like 1.4 (Cash)
No keys, everything got codes (Codes)
Ain't no sucker, but I step for my bitch
Ask around if I let off my blick (Ask around)
He was dissin', so I spun that bitch
Ask the East, "Who run that bitch?"
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Rihmeek Williams, Robert John Richardson, Lesidney Cheyenne Ragland, Jeffrey Lynn Jr Jones, Dion Hayes, Victor Rosas
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