4:30 Mins Of Death

Lyrics

[Intro: Beannskii] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) Ayy (Fu-fu-fuck with 'em, Bill) He can't see me, I'm outside blendin' in, yeah Can't see, yeah (It's Lando, your bitch know, don't let your bitch go, nigga) Bitch, yeah [Verse 1: Beannskii] He can't see me, I'm outside blendin' in the dark Dog $hit Militia, we the ones do the barkin' He tried to slide through and got that bitch parked You get bullied 'bout some corns, you a fuckin' mark I swear dude ass a bitch, he ain't got no heart I ain't scared, I'll up this bitch and let it spark Yeah, I'm the one to get my hands dirty I told that bitch keep you safe, got your mama worried At McDonalds crushin' Percs in my McFlurry She said her BD on the way, I told the bitch hurry [Verse 2: Peeko] You ain't caught a stain yet? I'm a bit worried Boy, you know your chain came with a burger and a McFlurry Real Glocks, ain't no props in Cuddy hit that boy nine times with a Glock 10 I know that Beannskii from that way, that's why we locked in Eatin' lamb chops and lamb chops, but we'll— huh Eatin' lamb chops and lamb chops, but we got chops in I ain't made it out the hood, I'm on the block still I'm okay, but my Jamaican want the ox tail I just left the wild, now I'm walkin' 'round in foxtail Bitch, shake that ass I can throw it in the club 'cause I'ma— huh I can throw it in the club 'cause I'ma— Bitch, I can throw it in the club 'cause I'ma make it back [Verse 3: TillyHome] Bitch, I can— ayy Bitch, I can throw it in the club 'cause they gon' call right back Can't put your trust in hoes, you gon' fall like that And I don't be playin' 'round, niggas get left like that Like I got cheat codes, just get a money play (Ayy) Drop ladders, fuck bitches, sell the drugs away Throw the phone away, think I'm bein' bugged (Ayy) Feds ain't on you, boy, you small-time just like your plug (Ayy) You get left unplugged, nigga catch a slug Lame nigga walkin' 'round askin' strippers for hugs Ain't tryna spend no money, stay your ass in the crib Niggas be bitches, sayin' shit under they breath and shit [Verse 4: MJPAID] Chains out, told 'em bless this shit I just hit a nigga bitch with no text and shit I ain't have a choice but to accept this shit Soon as he fucked up, he gon' sell his shit I'm with Thirty, scam pape', cuttin' up Am I dumb? I done spent a band on a button-up Really havin' dog shit, ain't no way to trip me up I just scored on some Wockhardt, told her, "Pucker up" Goose on, let's play duck, duck, goose Play it crazy, then it's fuck, fuck you, nigga Fuck ten, you ain't even touched two He like who hit his bitch? I'm who, nigga [Verse 5: Fordio] Wonderin' how I got the PIN? Bro, the smooth different I let Paid draw the play, throw an oop, nigga In some fast shit with fine shit roofless I don't gotta tuck shit 'cause my Tears Denim Know that cup with me, it's a vid vixen Ain't no Wocky in my cup, but some Trish in it That's a bottle and a Drac' if Trizz with me What I did on the way? Just a light fifty Damn, BMO, fuck it Tell 'em shoot a fuckin' movie if a nigga touch me It's some lean in my cup, I ain't even tipsy Mm, mm, this a light fifty [Verse 6: J1Hunnit] Slap that nigga with the fin, this nigga be Mickey Ridin' 'round with a button on my doohickey You can keep your girlfriend, bro, I'm too picky Got on an astronaut boot, this the new Ricky I got a fentanyl fiend look like Lil Dicky I used to wanna sign to Wayne just to hit Nicki Oversized Rhude shirt and it can't fit me It's been a long time since I told bro to come get me If I was Timmy Turner, then I would've hit Vicky If mama 'nem leave the house, we have a lil' quickie Pourin' red to the neck, look like a new hickey When the police took my gun, I bought a new glizzy [Verse 7: $weet-T] Don't bring your custy 'round me or I'm jackin' the sale All I really need is my jack and a scale All I really want is some eaters with a tail You don't never see no money, out here movin' like a snail I be stackin' everything, even the slugs Run up on me, Dutch'll fill you with slugs I don't wanna hit that bitch, her crib filled up with bugs I hope the boys don't hit the block, the crib filled up with drugs My whole gang masked up just like some Power Rangers Neph' said he love the money, the power, and the danger I'm ridin' with a pistol, I got one in the chamber I'm ridin' to my play, I got one on Chalmers [Verse 8: Certified Trapper] Bitch, I'm a boss I got a bitch suck the dick off the balls No 'za, that's some sauce I'm takin' W's, nigga, I don't take a loss Bitch thick, I just get her on the walls Cut my phone off, I ain't takin' calls I'm cut like a saw Nigga, brrt, brrt, walk down, take 'em off Big dick why I walk like that From the Eastside, bitch, why I talk like that Sneak diss, gettin' chalked like that Sell all the dog if that shit bite back Get in the car, nigga, this my hat Pull out heat if he try to fight back Hit him in the head like smack [Verse 9: BabyTron] Get his lame ass an eye patch Bitch clappin' ass, somethin' like a hi-hat That's an apple pie every four, five jacks Catch him in that field, I bet he run a four-five flat Don't mind that That's the counter in here wrestlin' with the racks He a sheriff, dude arrestin' all the rats Just like mail, they don't send it without stamps You better hurry up, bitch, I'm headed out the trap I'm headed to the racks, I'm headed to some stacks We don't measure cups, it's some pressure in the pack Ghetto angels on my shoulder, but the devil on my back Bro'll beat your ass, it ain't metal that he scrap Flyin' Hell-kitty, send him up to Heaven with the MAC Brodie out his shitticles, he off a Stephen and a Zach Bully everything, nothin' extra but the bag But not really, though, ain't tryna wrestle with the cash So much pape' stuffed in it, tryna wrestle with the stash Tryna run off late at night, you gon' wrestle with the flash Brodie Mick Foley, he don't wrestle with his mask Did it so quick, you'd think I'm steppin' in some sand [Outro: BabyTron] ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia, long live $cam THHL shit You hip, skip? Ayy, nyah