"Fours" lyrics
In a foreign car, I'm speedin
My racks go to Neimans
Kill the shit up like keep it
I'm with my niggas, you know how it goes, I'm in the 4 pouring 4's
Talking that shit, shit, he gotta control
That's gon get his ass gone
In a foreign bitch, I'm getting gone
And I heard his stupid ass song
You blew my opp in my zone
Say, don't gotta ask "What's wrong?" he told me he was broke, so I know what's wrong
I be getting to the guap, can't talk on the phone
These niggas still 'lone, wanna rock Vlone
I sing the lyrics to my song and it go like "Middle of the wall"
Tell these niggas that it only take one call
So many racks, it'll drop yo jaw
And I still can't see no flow in me, so I think I know the cause
And that boy been the one, I was smokin on Ross
I'm knockin in the hood, he gon need more than gauge
30 shots on me and I let it off okay, and still can't let it off
Shots so fast you can't you couldn't even get it off
Shot at his ass, then we spin it off
We got sticks, got sticks like gop okay, you still didn't catch that, no
Niggas talk down on my brother at all
No you don't want that lead at yo top
Hell nah [?] -
In a foreign car, I'm speedin
My racks go to Neimans
Kill the shit up like keep it
I'm with my niggas, you know how it goes, I'm in the 4 pouring 4's
Talking that shit, shit, he gotta control, that's gon get his ass gone
In a foreign bitch, I'm getting gone
And I heard his stupid ass song
You blew my opp in my zone
Say, don't gotta ask "What's wrong?" he told me he was broke, so I know what's wrong
I be getting to the guap, can't talk on the phone
These niggas still 'lone, wanna rock Vlone
I sing the lyrics to my song and it go like "Middle of the wall"
Tell these niggas that it only take one call
So many racks, it'll drop yo jaw
And I still can't see no flow in me, so I think I know the cause
My racks go to Neimans
Kill the shit up like keep it
I'm with my niggas, you know how it goes, I'm in the 4 pouring 4's
Talking that shit, shit, he gotta control
That's gon get his ass gone
In a foreign bitch, I'm getting gone
And I heard his stupid ass song
You blew my opp in my zone
Say, don't gotta ask "What's wrong?" he told me he was broke, so I know what's wrong
I be getting to the guap, can't talk on the phone
These niggas still 'lone, wanna rock Vlone
I sing the lyrics to my song and it go like "Middle of the wall"
Tell these niggas that it only take one call
So many racks, it'll drop yo jaw
And I still can't see no flow in me, so I think I know the cause
And that boy been the one, I was smokin on Ross
I'm knockin in the hood, he gon need more than gauge
30 shots on me and I let it off okay, and still can't let it off
Shots so fast you can't you couldn't even get it off
Shot at his ass, then we spin it off
We got sticks, got sticks like gop okay, you still didn't catch that, no
Niggas talk down on my brother at all
No you don't want that lead at yo top
Hell nah [?] -
In a foreign car, I'm speedin
My racks go to Neimans
Kill the shit up like keep it
I'm with my niggas, you know how it goes, I'm in the 4 pouring 4's
Talking that shit, shit, he gotta control, that's gon get his ass gone
In a foreign bitch, I'm getting gone
And I heard his stupid ass song
You blew my opp in my zone
Say, don't gotta ask "What's wrong?" he told me he was broke, so I know what's wrong
I be getting to the guap, can't talk on the phone
These niggas still 'lone, wanna rock Vlone
I sing the lyrics to my song and it go like "Middle of the wall"
Tell these niggas that it only take one call
So many racks, it'll drop yo jaw
And I still can't see no flow in me, so I think I know the cause
