"4:10" lyrics

(Yo Skinny, you wildin', nigga)

Ran to the plug, said I need the whole thing
I should start a gas station, the fiends propane
Nigga, even baby moms isn't gettin' no ring
Gotta treat me like a god, she said I'm a whole king
It ain't no thing, I walk on water, we ain't floating
Smokin' zazi, this is great biscotti, this shit is potent
Word to mommy, I could get your mommy wet like ocean
Took a Perc' at 3:30, it won't hit 'til 4:10
I got bitches on my line that's tryna soak with lotion
Baby, baby, I'm the truth, you gotta really know shit
I know y'all say cultivation, but don't really grow shit
How he pay so much in taxes? He ain't really grow shit
You could talk up on my name, but you don't really know this
Nigga, yo' bitch at the crib and she a really gross bitch
Nigga, I just poured a four up, but I'ma pour fifth
I need more shit, addiction like a fuckin' hoarder
'Migo hit me with a thirty, meet him at the border
I know you just seen me ride in shit you can't afford, uh
I know you done seen the packs, I said that shit imported
They ask me is we finna tax, tell 'em, "Kinda, sorta"
And no, we not gon' drop no bombs, nigga, shoot the mortar
And nigga, don't just hide your moms, nigga, hide your daughter

Grrt, bow