"FOURTH GEAR CYPHER!" lyrics
(feat. TheHxliday, Yung Fazo & Forever Lifestyle)
What?
Grrt, woah
Yeah, ready, uh
Yeah (Darkspin)
Woah, huh, huh, ayy
Woah, huh, yeah, ayy (slayr)
Shut up, nigga, we finna be up there
Bye-bye, nigga, you finna be off there (Fire, fire)
Nigga, you finna be done there
Chopper volcano, it's finna erupt there
Uh, why niggas actin' so fruity?
I'm bringin' a whole lotta red, not tomato (Yeah)
Walk in this bitch like a menace
I'm losin' my mind, man, I'm feelin' like Faygo (Yeah)
I'm not waiting over this
And nothin' you makin' over this
I'm takin' over, goin' over every nigga that gon' stand in my way
Money getting stretched out, looking like pilates
Walkin' with a beam, I feel like Kamehameha
It don't matter, sippin' on the Wocky, Wocky
I made me some shit like Rockstar Made
And you finna get rolled like Rocky (Rocky)
Huh, we got them bands with us (What?)
Huh, we got them bands with us (Yeah)
Huh, we got them bands with us (What?)
Huh, we got them bands with us (Yeah)
Runnin' the track like it's click-clack, uh
You are not gettin' that bitch back
I'm finna pass my biggest song
But you know there will still be a mix-match (Buh)
Move past 'em, but I'm not gettin' up (Yeah)
Walk with that bitch 'cause I wet it up (Grrt)
This is my show, never regular
Tell my why the fuck you think I'ma make it up?
Sun is shinin' on my wrist, finna bake it up
Got some water on my shit, finna lake it up
Don't even matter because my shorty named Selena
You know that the Glock finna shake it up (Shake it up)
Jump, huh, yeah, grrt
Woah, jump, yeah, uh
Jump, huh, yeah, grrt (Yeah, never too much, uh, yeah, never too much)
Woah, jump, yeah (Uh, yeah, never too much, uh, yeah, never too much) (Woah)
Bitch, I'm on top of my shit (Woah)
Bitch, I'm on top of my shit (Woah)
I don't know why these niggas be talkin' on me
But I'm rockin' Gucci with the fit (Hahaha)
And I'm uppin' that fire, bitch, I'm uppin' that (Blit)
I'm in Off-White and she lovin' that
I hit her once, I ain't callin' back
Diamonds on me and they shine like the sun (Yeah)
Goin' straight to the top, bitch, I need number one
I-I hit an opp with the blicky (Buh, buh)
Yes, I got the sticky, don't call it a gun
12 tryna pin me, I go on the run (Yeah, yeah)
They tryna talk it out, not tryna talk it out
I hit the gas and it fuck up my lungs
Man, what you talkin' 'bout? What he talkin' about?
He play with gang, then that nigga is done
I said this beat is so magical, I feel like Bandicoot
These niggas really ain't none (Nah)
"How much you spend?" Like a band or two, I'm in a Bentley coupe
Never worry about my funds (Buh-buh-buh-buh)
She ate my dick like an edible, she say I'm edible
I ball hard just like the Suns (Yeah)
Play with the gang and I'm deadin' you
Bitch, I went up and now (Slatt) these bitches just like to suck
Woah, Yankee with no brim
Yeah, (Woo), buh
She wanna watch how I get all the bands (Bih)
I'm gon' spaz out, yeah (Buh), bring the racks out, yeah
I know she a ho, I said I'll blow her back out, yeah (Skrrt)
If you be talkin' right up on the 'Gram, then we bringin' the mags out, yeah (Woo, buh-buh-buh)
Yeah, (Woo), buh
She wanna watch how I get all the bands (Bih)
I'm gon' spaz out, yeah (Buh), bring the racks out, yeah
I know she a ho, I said I'll blow her back out, yeah (Skrrt)
If you be talkin' right up on the 'Gram, then we bringin' the mags out, yeah (Woo) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Young rockstar, that's how I'm comin'
I feel like Manson, don't give a shit (Yeah, yeah)
Go through yo' bitch like a runway
She like them diamonds that dance on my wrist (Aw yeah)
I know what I'm gonna be someday
Can't hit me up 'cause I be in the mix (Yo' bitch all—)
Yo' bitch all up on me, yeah, she been hands-on
I feel like Elon, you see me blast off (Yeah, yeah)
That money ain't green, no, it's blue in my Phantom (Woah)
Walk on the scene, now you've seen I'm a star (Wow)
I'm rockin' out with yo' bitch, I feel like I'm Nirvana (Wow)
No, I am not talkin' no guitar (Wow)
My Rollie, it be bustin' in the moonlight (Wow)
If you talkin' shit, then we aim with that grah-tah (Wow)
Know I'm gon' make it, that's on my mama (Wow)
I got yo' bitch naked, she callin' me father
Shut up, nigga, we finna be up there
Bye-bye, nigga, you finna be off there (Fye, fye)
Nigga, you finna be done there
Chopper volcano, it's finna erupt there
Uh, why niggas actin' so fruity?
I'm bringin' a whole lotta red, not tomato (Yeah)
Walk in that bitch like a menace
I'm losin' my mind, man, I'm feelin' like Faygo (Like Faygo)
I'm not waiting over this
And nothin' you makin' over this
I'm takin' over, goin' over every nigga that gon' stand in my way
Money getting stretched out, looking like pilates
Walkin' with a beam, I feel like Kamehameha
It don't matter, sippin' on the Wocky, Wocky
I made me some shit like Rockstar Made
And you finna get rolled like Rocky (Rocky)
I told you to stop hangin' 'round here, opp ass bitch
Homixide, Homixide, Homixide
Grrt, woah
Yeah, ready, uh
Yeah (Darkspin)
Woah, huh, huh, ayy
Woah, huh, yeah, ayy (slayr)
Shut up, nigga, we finna be up there
Bye-bye, nigga, you finna be off there (Fire, fire)
Nigga, you finna be done there
Chopper volcano, it's finna erupt there
Uh, why niggas actin' so fruity?
I'm bringin' a whole lotta red, not tomato (Yeah)
Walk in this bitch like a menace
I'm losin' my mind, man, I'm feelin' like Faygo (Yeah)
I'm not waiting over this
And nothin' you makin' over this
I'm takin' over, goin' over every nigga that gon' stand in my way
Money getting stretched out, looking like pilates
Walkin' with a beam, I feel like Kamehameha
It don't matter, sippin' on the Wocky, Wocky
I made me some shit like Rockstar Made
And you finna get rolled like Rocky (Rocky)
Huh, we got them bands with us (What?)
Huh, we got them bands with us (Yeah)
Huh, we got them bands with us (What?)
Huh, we got them bands with us (Yeah)
Runnin' the track like it's click-clack, uh
You are not gettin' that bitch back
I'm finna pass my biggest song
But you know there will still be a mix-match (Buh)
Move past 'em, but I'm not gettin' up (Yeah)
Walk with that bitch 'cause I wet it up (Grrt)
This is my show, never regular
Tell my why the fuck you think I'ma make it up?
Sun is shinin' on my wrist, finna bake it up
Got some water on my shit, finna lake it up
Don't even matter because my shorty named Selena
You know that the Glock finna shake it up (Shake it up)
Jump, huh, yeah, grrt
Woah, jump, yeah, uh
Jump, huh, yeah, grrt (Yeah, never too much, uh, yeah, never too much)
Woah, jump, yeah (Uh, yeah, never too much, uh, yeah, never too much) (Woah)
Bitch, I'm on top of my shit (Woah)
Bitch, I'm on top of my shit (Woah)
I don't know why these niggas be talkin' on me
But I'm rockin' Gucci with the fit (Hahaha)
And I'm uppin' that fire, bitch, I'm uppin' that (Blit)
I'm in Off-White and she lovin' that
I hit her once, I ain't callin' back
Diamonds on me and they shine like the sun (Yeah)
Goin' straight to the top, bitch, I need number one
I-I hit an opp with the blicky (Buh, buh)
Yes, I got the sticky, don't call it a gun
12 tryna pin me, I go on the run (Yeah, yeah)
They tryna talk it out, not tryna talk it out
I hit the gas and it fuck up my lungs
Man, what you talkin' 'bout? What he talkin' about?
He play with gang, then that nigga is done
I said this beat is so magical, I feel like Bandicoot
These niggas really ain't none (Nah)
"How much you spend?" Like a band or two, I'm in a Bentley coupe
Never worry about my funds (Buh-buh-buh-buh)
She ate my dick like an edible, she say I'm edible
I ball hard just like the Suns (Yeah)
Play with the gang and I'm deadin' you
Bitch, I went up and now (Slatt) these bitches just like to suck
Woah, Yankee with no brim
Yeah, (Woo), buh
She wanna watch how I get all the bands (Bih)
I'm gon' spaz out, yeah (Buh), bring the racks out, yeah
I know she a ho, I said I'll blow her back out, yeah (Skrrt)
If you be talkin' right up on the 'Gram, then we bringin' the mags out, yeah (Woo, buh-buh-buh)
Yeah, (Woo), buh
She wanna watch how I get all the bands (Bih)
I'm gon' spaz out, yeah (Buh), bring the racks out, yeah
I know she a ho, I said I'll blow her back out, yeah (Skrrt)
If you be talkin' right up on the 'Gram, then we bringin' the mags out, yeah (Woo) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Young rockstar, that's how I'm comin'
I feel like Manson, don't give a shit (Yeah, yeah)
Go through yo' bitch like a runway
She like them diamonds that dance on my wrist (Aw yeah)
I know what I'm gonna be someday
Can't hit me up 'cause I be in the mix (Yo' bitch all—)
Yo' bitch all up on me, yeah, she been hands-on
I feel like Elon, you see me blast off (Yeah, yeah)
That money ain't green, no, it's blue in my Phantom (Woah)
Walk on the scene, now you've seen I'm a star (Wow)
I'm rockin' out with yo' bitch, I feel like I'm Nirvana (Wow)
No, I am not talkin' no guitar (Wow)
My Rollie, it be bustin' in the moonlight (Wow)
If you talkin' shit, then we aim with that grah-tah (Wow)
Know I'm gon' make it, that's on my mama (Wow)
I got yo' bitch naked, she callin' me father
Shut up, nigga, we finna be up there
Bye-bye, nigga, you finna be off there (Fye, fye)
Nigga, you finna be done there
Chopper volcano, it's finna erupt there
Uh, why niggas actin' so fruity?
I'm bringin' a whole lotta red, not tomato (Yeah)
Walk in that bitch like a menace
I'm losin' my mind, man, I'm feelin' like Faygo (Like Faygo)
I'm not waiting over this
And nothin' you makin' over this
I'm takin' over, goin' over every nigga that gon' stand in my way
Money getting stretched out, looking like pilates
Walkin' with a beam, I feel like Kamehameha
It don't matter, sippin' on the Wocky, Wocky
I made me some shit like Rockstar Made
And you finna get rolled like Rocky (Rocky)
I told you to stop hangin' 'round here, opp ass bitch
Homixide, Homixide, Homixide
