numbuh four (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: killfazos] (FINLINCE! on the beat) Uh, uh, gang, bitch Uh, uh, gang, bitch Uh, uh, gang, bitch Gang, bitch, taah [Chorus: killfazos] I walk in your crib like I'm number four (Four) I'm takin' your shit like I'm number four (Number four) All white shoes like I'm number four (Four) Blonde haired nigga, like number four (Four) [Verse 1: killfazos] Big ass chain like I'm from the O (Uh-huh) Your bitch is a thot, she givin' out throat (On God) Spent five bands on a Moncler coat (Okay) These baggy ass jeans like I'm number four (Four) I'm a mad ass nigga, like I'm number four (Four) I'm a bad ass nigga, like I'm number four (Four) I got the cup, pour it up slow (Slow) And I'm with the gang, Kids Next Door (On God) And I'm with the gang like I'm on a show (Okay) If I do a hit, number one, blow (On God) And we killin' your ass, number two, joke (On God) We got number threes, number four, choke (Ew) And I be with my niggas, like number five (Huh) If you talk on the gang, ten of y'all die We up on a mission, my mom was like, "Why?" We takin' your shit, go ahead and cry (Cry) [Chorus: killfazos] I walk in your crib like I'm number four (Uh-huh) I'm takin' your shit like I'm number four (Four) All white shoes like I'm number four (Like number four) Blonde haired nigga, like number four I walk in your crib like I'm number four I'm takin' your shit like I'm number four All white shoes like I'm number four Blonde haired nigga, like number four [Verse 2: Specxfic] (Brr) I do not care (No, huh) Look at my left hand, strap in the air (Huh) I do not know, like, where would I go? (Huh, huh) I'm with the gang, I ain't talkin' 'bout 4 (Huh, huh) I'm a real slime, I ain't talkin' sito He want a feat, he gon' pay the fee though Indian plug in a fuckin' tree though Mexican plug and he got a kilo (Yeah) Bitch, I'm the dog, I don't got a tick Right, left, I step in some Ricks (Ew) Slide and he finna die (Die) Keep the .9 on my side (Yeah) I ain't even gotta lie Heard your song and I died I'm in the sky like a kite That nigga broke, he got hit with a bike Nigga got hit with a trike 4ersona too good and they don't like .556 going to his stomach I get the ball, I'ma punt it Walk in the trap with a Moncler coat and some luggage Like you ain't a man no more I'm too high, can't land no more Watch how I shoot, bucket, score I got a shooter, can't be on the go I put Slump on his head, 'cause he talk on the low [Verse 3: Slump6s] I need a tissue, 'cause a nigga sick Shout-out the 4, bitch, I'm number 6 You throwin' some fours, call that shit a fit Nigga, I'm with the 4's, posted on the fifth You wanna go? Let's get it Soon as I back out the pole, he shitted I told my soldiers to go, they did it That nigga ready to rat, "He did it!" Told her that I like it bald like alopecia I play the ho like some keys, no Alicia Big fat-ass chop and it's ready to eat you Big fat-ass pockets, I ain't sellin' features It's crazy, I know two niggas named Fazo One got a choppa and one got a K, though I send a pack overseas like I'm Kato Chop got a scope, now it's really like FaZe, ho Said he got money, he ain't gettin' paid though Said that's your bitch, nigga, that ain't your bae though Your ho with me, nigga, where did your bae go? We put a hole in his body, bagel Everything 'bout that nigga is cap, fable Gravity makin' him fall, Mabel Bitch, I be sippin' on syrup, maple Think she a wife, she a leg, table I run in your crib like I'm number six I can't walk out the house without grabbin' my blick Four plus five, bitch, that equals nine So you get a .9 to your ligament Ugh, bitch you need a mint My niggas shootin' that shit like Nick We finna catch that lil' boy, no miss Ten hoes in the party, that's four plus six, bitch [Verse 4: che] Ahh, Che on the beat (Ahh) Can someone tell me why we screamin'? That ho, she pissed off, left her with semen I give no fucks though, bitch, I'm a demon I got two white plugs, Louie and Leland I got a white ho, came with some seasons I'll shoot a nigga, like, what was the reason? He throwin' up C's, now the fuck nigga bleedin' He got shot in his chest, Angelino What the fuck goin' on with the muhfuckin' beat, ho? Bitch, I'm Romani, I stay with the freak hoes Told the fuck nigga, "Give me that shit 'cause I need those" Nigga got locked in the pound, I ain't talkin' 'bout Kilo Niggas get bagged like a chip, whole Dorito Ho schizophrenic, she feelin' like Rino These niggas be monkey, go swing from a tree, though And this shooter like Taliban, bitch, fuck Vlo You ain't gettin' no props fuckin' internet treesh ho Hold on, I'm tired, bitch, I need a nap I got your ho with her face on my lap You ain't no trap nigga, ho, you be cap Man, I dare a trap nigga to walk in my trap Now that fuck nigga missin', he vanished (Poof-poof) Bulletproof vest, he got left with some damage I'ma cut a nigga off, like, like "Get him a bandage" I be throwin' up 4 while a lil' nigga dancin', bitch