4 Locos

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Gotti Blu] I'm tired of niggas, they capping When we spinning, we making shit graphic I know an opp who got caught up in traffic Sha got beat and that lil nigga jacked it If that was me, I was spinning same day with my G I'm coming dolo, all black with my ski Cause I don't really know who flocking for me If you wanna be down, go slidin' for free And don't come around if you not providing the team I call KG, he gon' slide with the Tz If he bunny hop, he get dropped on the scene You better not run when we hop out the V Get em, I know Mali gon hawk em and hit em His gun got a beam, ain't no way he gon miss em [Verse 2: Nunnie Da III & C Blu] I'm getting sick of the talking These niggas never outside Legshot, he better watch where he walking (Grah, grah, boom) He got hit cause he had too much pride Circle they block, we in love with the torching (On bro) When we bend, all of them niggas hide Got PTSD, I could never be horsing (Grah, grah, boom) Faceshot, Mali got shot in his mind (Mali) Niggas be lying in tracks, like they really getting them Ys, that shit is a lie (C Blu) Jeff got shot, and them niggas never did nothing They're lucky that nigga ain't die (Grah, grah) Gotta cover my tats and put on my gloves whenever we going to slide They got me back on my bullshit, fuck everybody (Grah, grah) It's up if you not one of mines (Grah, grah, boom) [Verse 3: C Blu] We gon hop out and get em, bro throw when I throw, we gon click at a rhythm (Like) That boy died eating chicken, he ain't have his G and niggas got up with him Better keep you a knock cause I got mine [?] 1-8-3 or be a hotline I can't go out like Rah Rah at the stop sign Headtap gang, they put his ass on FOX 5 And I'm tryna put a Structure in this splee Niggas saying my name and never did a thing But we got the addy, apartment 2C, I'm gon post by his door like I work for Ring All the thots wanna fuck and wear all of my bling I heard she the line, so I won't trust a thing If we linking past 8, I'm going with my G And the way she ate dick, I almost fell asleep But she call up her friend to party on my meat It's a 2 v 1, I bet you I'mma geek Put the thumb in her uhhuh, show her I'mma freak [Verse 4: Kay Glizz] (Frah; frah, frah boom) Everybody know how the fuck we get And if you know me, you could find out quick Clapping on they block, then get low off that strip But how could I beef with a gunshot vic Better keep your knock or you gon be sick Put the beam on his bitch, ain't no way I could miss All these YG niggas tryna make a diss Like y'all and Woo Lotti can suck my dick Everytime I spot an opp, I upped and flicked We bangin on rappers, go and ask the six Kha Struc need to invest in a grip I guess he got hit and decided to dip That could never be me, [?] glizzy tucked, I'm always on defense I be cooling while smoking deceased kids (Ray Pizz) The G6, bet these hollow tips grease him Me and Blu smoking Pizz and he chiefing Gotti told me flock it once I peeped him Once he hear a diss, he get on his creep shit Clap clap, then get off of that scene quick