FOURTH GEAR CYPHER!

Lyrics

[Intro: slayr & Playboi Carti] What? Grrt, woah Yeah, ready, uh Yeah (Darkspin) Woah, huh, huh, ayy Woah, huh, yeah, ayy (Slayer) [Chorus: slayr] Shut up, nigga, we finna be up there Bye-bye, nigga, you finna be off there (Fye, fye) Nigga, you finna be done there Chopper volcano, it's finna erupt there Uh, why niggas actin' so fruity? I'm bringin' a whole lotta red, not tomato (Yeah) Walk in that bitch like a menace I'm losin' my mind, man, I'm feelin' like Faygo (Yeah) I'm not waiting over this And nothin' you makin' over this I'm takin' over, goin' over every nigga that gon' stand in my way Money getting stretched out, looking like pilates Walkin' with a beam, I feel like Kamehameha It don't matter, sippin' on the Wocky, Wocky I made me some shit like Rockstar Made And you finna get rolled like Rocky (Rocky) [Refrain: slayr] Huh, we got them bands with us (What?) Huh, we got them bands with us (Yeah) Huh, we got them bands with us (What?) Huh, we got them bands with us (Yeah) [Verse 1: slayr] Runnin' the track like it's click-clack, uh You are not gettin' that bitch back I'm finna pass my biggest song But you know there will still be a mix-match (Buh) Move past 'em, but I'm not gettin' up (Yeah) Walk with that bitch 'cause I wet it up (Grrt) This is my show, never regular Tell my why the fuck you think I'ma make it up? Sun is shinin' on my wrist, finna bake it up Got some water on my shit, finna lake it up Don't even matter because my shorty named Selena You know that the Glock finna shake it up (Shake it up) [Bridge: slayr, Playboi Carti, OsmKapo] Jump, huh, yeah, grrt Woah, jump, yeah, uh Jump, huh, yeah, grrt (Yeah, never too much, uh, yeah, never too much) Woah, jump, yeah (Uh, yeah, never too much, uh, yeah, never too much) (Woah) [Verse 2: OsmKapo] Bitch, I'm on top of my shit (Woah) Bitch, I'm on top of my shit (Woah) I don't know why these niggas be talkin' on me But I'm rockin' Gucci with the fit (Ha-ha-ha) And I'm uppin' that fire, bitch, I'm uppin' that (Blit) I'm in Off-White and she lovin' that I hit her once, I ain't callin' back Diamonds on me and they shine like the sun (Yeah) Goin' straight to the top, bitch, I need number one I-I hit an opp with the blicky (Buh, buh) Yes, I got the sticky, don't call it a gun 12 tryna pin me, I go on the run (Yeah, yeah) They tryna talk it out, not tryna talk it out I hit the gas and it fuck up my lungs Man, what you talkin' 'bout? What he talkin' about? He play with gang, then that nigga is done I said this beat is so magical, I feel like Bandicoot These niggas really ain't none (Nah) "How much you spend?" Like a band or two, I'm in a Bentley coupe Never worry about my funds (Buh-buh-buh-buh) She ate my dick like an edible, she say I'm edible I ball hard just like the Suns (Yeah) Play with the gang and I'm deadin' you Bitch, I went up and now (Slatt) these bitches just like to suck [Interlude] Woah, Yankee with no brim [Verse 3: Yung Fazo & TheHxliday] Yeah, (Woo), buh She wanna watch how I get all the bands (Bih) I'm gon' spaz out, yeah (Buh), bring the racks out, yeah I know she a ho, I said I'll blow her back out, yeah (Skrrt) If you be talkin' right up on the 'Gram, then we bringin' the mags out, yeah (Woo, buh-buh-buh) Yeah, (Woo), buh She wanna watch how I get all the bands (Bih) I'm gon' spaz out, yeah (Buh), bring the racks out, yeah I know she a ho, I said I'll blow her back out, yeah (Skrrt) If you be talkin' right up on the 'Gram, then we bringin' the mags out, yeah (Woo) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 4: TheHxliday] Young rockstar, that's how I'm comin' I feel like Manson, don't give a shit (Yeah, yeah) Go through yo' bitch like a runway She like them diamonds that dance on my wrist (Aw yeah) I know what I'm gonna be someday Can't hit me up 'cause I be in the mix (Yo' bitch all—) Yo' bitch all up on me, yeah, she been hands-on I feel like Elon, you see me blast off (Yeah, yeah) That money ain't green, no, it's blue in my Phantom (Woah) Walk on the scene, now you've seen I'm a star (Wow) I'm rockin' out with yo' bitch, I feel like I'm Nirvana (Wow) No, I am not talkin' no guitar (Wow) My Rollie, it be bustin' in the moonlight (Wow) If you talkin' shit, then we aim with that grah-tah (Wow) Know I'm gon' make it, that's on my mama (Wow) I got yo' bitch naked, she callin' me father [Chorus: slayr] Shut up, nigga, we finna be up there Bye-bye, nigga, you finna be off there (Fye, fye) Nigga, you finna be done there Chopper volcano, it's finna erupt there Uh, why niggas actin' so fruity? I'm bringin' a whole lotta red, not tomato (Yeah) Walk in that bitch like a menace I'm losin' my mind, man, I'm feelin' like Faygo (Like Faygo) I'm not waiting over this And nothin' you makin' over this I'm takin' over, goin' over every nigga that gon' stand in my way My nigga, this shit [?] Walkin' with a beam, I feel like Kamehameha It don't matter, sippin' on the Wocky, Wocky I made me some shit like Rockstar Made And you finna get rolled like Rocky (Rocky) [Outro: Playboi Carti] I told you to stop hangin' 'round here, opp ass bitch Homicide, homicide, homicide