"44 Fours" lyrics
Yeah, woo!
Yeah, woo!
Look, uh
I'm a man of the people, so you know who I'ma do it for
I'm done playing, bruh, I'm taking off the uniform
Cooking up a formula, training like a warrior
Obsessing over success and aiming for euphoria
I can't afford shit, homie, fuck the Forbes list
I ain't got a foreign, I can't even get my Ford fixed
Stay on form, bitch, had to reinforce it
These corny-ass rappers all looking like they forced it
Sharper than Link when I run with the sword
Everything I talk about, I done did it before
Man, I used to rock the [?], now I got a platform
Hit 'em with that Michael Bay, homie had to transform
In other words I changed the forecast
Fuck they formats, you ain't gonna use me as a floor mat
I read minds, no need for a fortune teller
My future stuffed with shrimp, steaks stuffed Corte Bella
I squeeze juice from forbidden fruit, um
Fourty in my other hand, I got some screws loose, um
Forever thinking that my shit is the best
So father please forgive me, got this shit off my chest
Now I'm stronger than a forklift, trying to use my foresight
You should probably forfeit, your shit is like a fortnight
It's too weak, dawg, come on, let's get it together
I kill 'em all, fortunately, I did it for pleasure
Elephant flow, boy, I never forget
And I seen every comment on the forms talking shit
Now they tryna blow my house down, I will never foreclose
Homie, this my forte, bitch, I bet the lord knows
For goodness sake, I ain't taking a break
No forks, spoons, knives, still taking the cake, 'kay?
It's George Foreman meets Joe Frazier, I'm so major
It's like I'm playing with fourth graders, come on now
I'm fucking up the game, we been fornicating
Everybody getting served, now I got the orders waiting
Never getting comfortable, I don't need a flashy [?]
No convertibles or mansions out in California, yet
Certain people wish I care more
But I ain't hearing shit, not even a airhorn
Therefore, you should probably stay out my business
I hope your ass get offended
I'm in the middel of Italy with my uncle stuntin'
I learned that Polish people crazy, always up to somethin'
Up to somethin', look
Up to somethin', all a sudden, now they came for us
My homies bring more trees than the rainforest
Every letter is effort, I give the A+
Built a fanbase, I just call it renovations
No time for hating, I'm busy writing, recording
To go around the globe, meet fans, do performances
Working hard just to settle the score
They ain't fucking with the hustle, now that's fourty-four fours
Woo!
That's a tough one
Uh
Yeah, woo!
Look, uh
I'm a man of the people, so you know who I'ma do it for
I'm done playing, bruh, I'm taking off the uniform
Cooking up a formula, training like a warrior
Obsessing over success and aiming for euphoria
I can't afford shit, homie, fuck the Forbes list
I ain't got a foreign, I can't even get my Ford fixed
Stay on form, bitch, had to reinforce it
These corny-ass rappers all looking like they forced it
Sharper than Link when I run with the sword
Everything I talk about, I done did it before
Man, I used to rock the [?], now I got a platform
Hit 'em with that Michael Bay, homie had to transform
In other words I changed the forecast
Fuck they formats, you ain't gonna use me as a floor mat
I read minds, no need for a fortune teller
My future stuffed with shrimp, steaks stuffed Corte Bella
I squeeze juice from forbidden fruit, um
Fourty in my other hand, I got some screws loose, um
Forever thinking that my shit is the best
So father please forgive me, got this shit off my chest
Now I'm stronger than a forklift, trying to use my foresight
You should probably forfeit, your shit is like a fortnight
It's too weak, dawg, come on, let's get it together
I kill 'em all, fortunately, I did it for pleasure
Elephant flow, boy, I never forget
And I seen every comment on the forms talking shit
Now they tryna blow my house down, I will never foreclose
Homie, this my forte, bitch, I bet the lord knows
For goodness sake, I ain't taking a break
No forks, spoons, knives, still taking the cake, 'kay?
It's George Foreman meets Joe Frazier, I'm so major
It's like I'm playing with fourth graders, come on now
I'm fucking up the game, we been fornicating
Everybody getting served, now I got the orders waiting
Never getting comfortable, I don't need a flashy [?]
No convertibles or mansions out in California, yet
Certain people wish I care more
But I ain't hearing shit, not even a airhorn
Therefore, you should probably stay out my business
I hope your ass get offended
I'm in the middel of Italy with my uncle stuntin'
I learned that Polish people crazy, always up to somethin'
Up to somethin', look
Up to somethin', all a sudden, now they came for us
My homies bring more trees than the rainforest
Every letter is effort, I give the A+
Built a fanbase, I just call it renovations
No time for hating, I'm busy writing, recording
To go around the globe, meet fans, do performances
Working hard just to settle the score
They ain't fucking with the hustle, now that's fourty-four fours
Woo!
That's a tough one
Uh
