4x4

Lyrics

[Part I] [Intro] Huh, huh, huh Huh, huh, huh (Brr, brr, Draft) [Verse] Four by four, sit tall in the lane Canary yellow stones, bust down for the gang ('Crete) Sippin' on paint, I mean, purple, no rain I'm a dog in this gang, you was chasin' the fame We is not the same, shit be strange (Yeah) Niggas 'bout that ho', bet that boy get Tinder White flag, shot at that baby, surrender (Hmm) Cost a couple dollars just to fuck it in her Rub big spinner, free Pop out that kennel This shit was just mental, you know we gon' eat Monkey nuts hang out that window He let that bitch dump, he gon' leave that boy beggin' on E It's sharks out here, they fish on a plate Missed seven hoes, please give him his cake Ate up my soda, it's dark as a grape These fruits in my labors, ain't askin' no favors I still got to get a lil' bitch in Dakota She do a lil' head, always keep my mental right Dick on my chains, like she just won a medal Bring me up, suck me down, put a five on a dresser Keep firin' your hip, if you know that you step My foot on the pedal, still stirrin' the pot Pop your shit, let's thicken the plot You talkin' too much, while I'm beatin' the block And I still get it hot, like the first of September Steppin' like a frat, know I came with the members (Concrete) [Part II] [Intro] Ha, hey Hmm, brr You know we gon' get it twenty-five eight (Brr) Three-six-five, twenty-four seven (Brr, brr) We don't stop, nigga (Yeah) Wait on nobody (Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody) Us [Verse] Margiela Ricky, my bank havin' acne We gettin' to it, for real, I'm gettin' pro-active (It's us) Let's see how it happen, it's Burberry's magic This game'll get tragic, ain't none of us average ('Crete) Kareem Draft Jabbar, I set the bar, rappers ain't standin' this tall Seven-three inches up, I could've had KD aboard, Boat, pass me the ball (Yeah) I'm hotter than Phoenix, I'm higher than Venus This trunk get a beam, go and swing like Serena I'm Nas with the ether, R-E-S-P-E-C-T, like I'm Aretha Them boys slangin' white in the summer, like Franklin The snow gon' fall, they dissin' Big Meech A mafia fan, that's the rules of the 'Crete Either you're in or you're out with me He lackin' and squeezin', coughin' and wheezin' Stop with straight shots and then pop bottles like Weezy I could've went broke, ballin', for real, nigga, go ask your ho' Chasin' these millions, I'm breakin' the door We live the real life and ain't signed me no deal yet This shit get real, let me tell you the spill check These niggas fold quick, KelTec Black and white shorty, ran from a real TEC She want her hair, nails, rent check My baby baddie ain't chasin' that Got her sassy, my diamonds all glassy, real bosses don't count They lost and we just keep aggressive We never, ever stressin', we just gon' get it in First round, baby, we locked in See you at the top, not top ten Huh, I can't be boxed in, nigga [Outro: Lil Wayne] Fuck you gon' stand next to a nigga like me that really do it And you don't do it? What the fuck you by me, man? You feel me? I got more beautiful bitches next to me