4X4

歌詞

Woo-ooh-ooh Woh-ooh-ooh (Ha, ha) Four by four I'm back on road (Oh yeah) I'm back on gold Ooh-ooh-ooh (Damn) Four by four We back in mode Lil' bitch, we back for more Woh-ooh-ooh I'm sippin' drops I ride my motorcycle, make her pussy pop (Woah) I'm mad conceited and they got me feelin' Wock' I snatch them bands up, they thought they had it lock (You ain't have shit nigga) (Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo) Jump up on it, ride it Got lil' b vibin' (I pop a T, valid) I break her cup down and this taste is so exotic Drop a beat, deposit, bitch, I'm your autopilot Woh-ooh-ooh (Ha, ha) Four by four I'm back on road (Oh yeah) I'm back on gold Woh-ooh-ooh (Damn) Four by four We back in mode Lil' bitch, we back for more Runnin' it, runnin' it, runnin' it up again She get to chew on this dick like it's double mint I'm runnin' this shit like a government (I'm doin' too much) Told the bitch sit down, she doin' too much Niggas say they outside, gotta prove it to us Them little bitty Glock's ain't movin' to us Get rollin', nigga, I put ya in a blunt Brr-brr-brr-brr-brr-brr, okay She know too many rappers, get this bitch up out my face Brr-brr-brr-brr-brr-brr, okay She be fakin' 'bout niggas, bitch ain't got no taste But I got a ho right now that can fuck me good and pour my drank (Eat it up) Her body must be recycle, 'cause this bitch ain't got no waist (Woo) The waist good, I'm gon wife you, you can get that ring today Pass my lean, baby, it's full lime green, baby (Yee) Woh-ooh-ooh (Ha, ha) Four by four I'm back on road (Oh yeah) I'm back on gold Woh-ooh-ooh (Damn) Four by four We back in mode Lil' bitch, we back for more Why these lil' niggas don't like me? Why these lil' niggas don't like me? I pulled up clean in the Harley Then I snatched off 'cause I'm way too cocky I'm fuckin this (Fuckin' this), stained my shirt Oh damn, it stained my white tee (Damn) Thank God my son an Aquemini, he was way too close to a Pisces (I pull up in a Maybach truck, in the three hunnid inside, nigga it's a sight see) If any nigga out here got a problem with the Don I swear to God, nigga, you could fight me I'm fuckin this (Fuckin' this), stained my shirt Oh damn, it stained my white tee I been playin' with the choppa, I'll cut a muhfucker I'll move like a young Pooh Shiesty