"4th & Downs" lyrics
Ayy, micro Drac', that bitch too loud
If we catch a opp, no hesitation, dump him down
I got a button on my Glock, I hit it once, it switch the crowd
And ain't no blickin' out no V, on every drill, we gettin' out
Bitch, I'm pourin' clean, I'm sippin' Wock' by the ounce
Told the bitch up off the rip, "Ain't suckin' dick, you gotta bounce"
Lost some niggas in that field, on Luther King, bitch, we wear crowns
Caught a opp nigga down bad, he up in trouble like fourth and downs
Uh, we gon' spin his block, Ferris wheel, ridin' 'round, uh
We got all these glizzies on us just to ride around, uh
Growin' up in the trenches, I got taught to make no sound, uh
Beezy and 4Buddy, we smoke they dead ass out the pound, uh
Ayy
Yeah, yeah, all that
Smoke they dead ass out the pound, man
Know what the fuck goin' on, man, yeah, dead loc
Long live Scoom
Yeah, let's do it, go
Ayy, nigga
Ceilin' fan, bitch we spinnin', uh
All these niggas claim they fightin' demons, bitch, we gremlins, uh
All your niggas ask for you to slide, but you wasn't with it, uh
That paper, I'ma get it, put KD on my fitted, uh
Ayy, micro Drac', that bitch too loud
If we catch a opp, no hesitation, dump him down
I got a button on my Glock, I hit it once, it switch the crowd
And ain't no blickin' out no V, on every drill, we gettin' out
Bitch, I'm pourin' clean, I'm sippin' Wock' by the ounce
Told the bitch up off the rip, "Ain't suckin' dick, you gotta bounce"
Lost some niggas in that field, on Luther King, bitch, we wear crowns
Caught a opp nigga down bad, he up in trouble like fourth and downs
He up in trouble, go
I'm ridin' 'round, go
Just to ride around, go
I got taught to make no sound, yeah
We smoke they dead ass out the pound
If we catch a opp, no hesitation, dump him down
I got a button on my Glock, I hit it once, it switch the crowd
And ain't no blickin' out no V, on every drill, we gettin' out
Bitch, I'm pourin' clean, I'm sippin' Wock' by the ounce
Told the bitch up off the rip, "Ain't suckin' dick, you gotta bounce"
Lost some niggas in that field, on Luther King, bitch, we wear crowns
Caught a opp nigga down bad, he up in trouble like fourth and downs
Uh, we gon' spin his block, Ferris wheel, ridin' 'round, uh
We got all these glizzies on us just to ride around, uh
Growin' up in the trenches, I got taught to make no sound, uh
Beezy and 4Buddy, we smoke they dead ass out the pound, uh
Ayy
Yeah, yeah, all that
Smoke they dead ass out the pound, man
Know what the fuck goin' on, man, yeah, dead loc
Long live Scoom
Yeah, let's do it, go
Ayy, nigga
Ceilin' fan, bitch we spinnin', uh
All these niggas claim they fightin' demons, bitch, we gremlins, uh
All your niggas ask for you to slide, but you wasn't with it, uh
That paper, I'ma get it, put KD on my fitted, uh
Ayy, micro Drac', that bitch too loud
If we catch a opp, no hesitation, dump him down
I got a button on my Glock, I hit it once, it switch the crowd
And ain't no blickin' out no V, on every drill, we gettin' out
Bitch, I'm pourin' clean, I'm sippin' Wock' by the ounce
Told the bitch up off the rip, "Ain't suckin' dick, you gotta bounce"
Lost some niggas in that field, on Luther King, bitch, we wear crowns
Caught a opp nigga down bad, he up in trouble like fourth and downs
He up in trouble, go
I'm ridin' 'round, go
Just to ride around, go
I got taught to make no sound, yeah
We smoke they dead ass out the pound
