4OE DEEP

Lyrics
[Intro] Don't know what the fuck you talkin' 'bout Bitch, you ain't did no killin', look at my nigga ridin' 'round and he keep them sticks (Four deep, Hot Rod, one stick, two Glocks, and me, nigga) Woah, woah, woah [Chorus] Four deep, nigga, in that whip, with them Glocks and semis (Four deep) Nigga, you a rat, hell nah, you can't kick it with me (Nah-nah, nah-nah) Spin a nigga block 'til somebody dead, my finger itchin' (Skrrt, skrrt-skrrt) 5.56 shoot missiles, hell yeah, leavin' niggas missin' (Blit, blit) Shooter off a Perc', he gon' get one, then his body start twitchin' (Woah) We spinnin' ya block, we spinnin' nigga, huh, this shit look like a fidget Fuck that bitch off Instagram, huh (Ayy), I don't even need the digits (Ayy) Playin' with the Klan nigga (Ayy, Klan), huh, chop stick get to grillin' (Klan) [Verse] Beat yo' bih back down, when I get done, nigga, I'm in the kitchen (Uh-uh) I'm with them snakes, nigga, pythons and king cobras You play with this shit, nigga, yeah, you know yo' life over (Blit) Just like Kodak, bitch, you can go and not eat leftovers (No cap) They ain't care 'bout Nut, so they gave me the cold shoulder (Cold shoulder) And bitch, I'm double R, but I ain't talkin' Range Rover (Woah) And bih, no Sega Genesis, you know ya game over (Brrt) And these niggas cheap as fuck, they shoppin' at Fashion Nova (Hah) [Chorus] Four deep, nigga, in that whip, with them Glocks and semis (Four deep) Nigga, you a rat, hell nah, you can't kick it with me (Nah-nah, nah-nah) Spin a nigga block 'til somebody dead, my finger itchin' (Skrrt, skrrt-skrrt) 5.56 shoot missiles, hell yeah, leavin' niggas missin' (Blit, blit) Shooter off a Perc', he gon' get one, then his body start twitchin' (Woah) We spinnin' ya block, we spinnin' nigga, huh, this shit look like a fidget Fuck that bitch off Instagram, huh (Ayy), I don't even need the digits (Ayy) Playin' with the Klan nigga (Ayy, Klan), huh, chop stick get to grillin' (Klan) [Outro] (Woah, woah, woah, woah) I'm with them snakes, nigga, pythons and king cobras (Woah, woah, woah, woah) (Woah, woah, woah, woah) Just like Kodak, bitch, you can go and not eat leftovers (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Rate this song
0/5.0 - 0 Ratings
Loading comments...
Credits
- Writers
- Nutso Thugn