On Dem 4's

Lyrics

[Chorus] Rap took a nigga out the country (Out the country) Trap gave a nigga a bunch of money and Backstage fucking with them hoes Down [?] nice Chevy on them fours On them fours man, on them fours man On them fours man, on them fours man On them fours man they like oh man Them hoes treat me like I went gold man [Verse 1] Couple bitches I put the flex on Can't leave 'em like they did put a hex on Or their necks strong Or their ex gone Bout a hundred bitches here without protection (Wow) Three other brothers how I'm the best one View to God, my God give me suggestions And way before the rapping and the pro tools I was in the projects with them old schools I was with the robbers and them old fools Colorado, and Impalas man my clothes new Every other ho new, every other ho new These dinners is expensive and these hoes too Catch me in Nevada Walk around Prada Sneakers with [?] I'm the leader you should follow Real shit nigga, all my momma taught was class Fuck about the fame, all I really want the cash but I [Chorus] Rap took a nigga out the country (Out the country) Trap gave a nigga a bunch of money and Backstage fucking with them hoes Down [?] nice Chevy on them fours On them fours man, on them fours man On them fours man, on them fours man On them fours man they like oh man Them hoes treat me like I went gold man [Verse 2] Bitches would skate on me swore they would wait for me and Homies who ate on me try and hate on me so I keep the eight on me, they don't play with me no I tell a bitch I',m coming wait on me ho What they gon' say to me Joe? I'm from the city where they say that we broke But we steady drinking rolling up dope And I know I know I know I need to say I'm focused on this deal shit I just made a hundred thousand on some real shit [Chorus] Rap took a nigga out the country (Out the country) Trap gave a nigga a bunch of money and Backstage fucking with them hoes Down [?] nice Chevy on them fours On them fours man, on them fours man On them fours man, on them fours man On them fours man they like oh man Them hoes treat me like I went gold man [Verse 3] Couple bad bitches in my sheets (Yes sir) Ten, eleven, twelve strains in my keef nigga (Yes sir) Leather and grain on the seats nigga (Yes sir) Old homies calling me the chief nigga Louie V flippers on the feet nigga New Jack City type of jeeps nigga Anything you need we got it cheap, zippers Leaders, just don't bring police nigga