4ina4 Lyrics

Like what do you know, I put a four in a four

Uh, I hit your bitch like the folks I'm doper than yola, we smokin' on dro

We drove out this home like we out on patrol We aiming them scopes, if you out of Control

Uh, why is you steady stay callin' my phone? She makin' fantasies out of my songs

I sing her melodies, then do her wrong

But I've been told that we not lastin' long

Land of the free, nah the land of the lost

Brand new keys, got me whippin' we on

Brand new jeans, bitch, I'm drippin' like Voss

He talk, we paint up his block, Bob Ross

He lost, he outta his mind with the mop

I'm gone, I think I just spilled all the wock

Mr. Miyagi, this chop know karate Like Megan Thee Stallion, that bitch got some body

Molly inside of her water, Dasani

She love when I cop her, Armani, Armani

I love when she give me that sloppy lil' toppy

That zombie ass walkin' when I'm out the oxy

I'm smokin' on purpp while I'm inside the Audi

They put on lil XANG and they heads started boppin' like

Yeah, that's what that new shit gon do to 'em

That's how my shooter gon' do you in, uh

New mozzy coupe what I'm zoomin' in, uh

Put that led to yo head like we doodlin'

Yeah, that's what that new shit gon do to 'em

That's how my shooter gon' do you in, uh

New mozzy coupe what I'm zoomin' in, uh

Put that led to yo head like we doodlin'

Told my brudas, let's get it, let's do this shit

Sneakin' up where you sleep, Freddy Krueger shit

Pray to god they don't pin me, no crucifix

Shippin' them boxes, it look like I'm movin' in

Coolin Kit keep it cool, so don't fool with it

She say she wanna fuck, guess I'm cool with it

Ain't no way I could care about a stupid bitch

I really just want the Benjamins, gettin' M's

Six in the a.m., I talk to the money, I'm speakin' it fluent

They tryna watch all the movements, they wonderin' how do we do it

They tryna copy, it's true, they can say what they want, we can hear the influence, yeah

Really had to go and go and get right to it

Had to go and get right to it, yeah

And they really on snitch, Ratatouille

Keep a blick, let it hit with the whole fuckin' clip

Like you sat around watchin' a movie Don't know what I'll do next

Probably hop on a jet, go to Malibu, chill in Jacuzzi

I can go blind, all I'm seein' is red

Better come get your slut, cause she tryin' to do me

Like, what do you know, uh

I put a four in a four, uh

I hit your bitch like the folks

I'm doper than yola, we smokin' on dro

We drove past his home like we out on patrol

We aimin' them scopes if he outta control, uh

Why is you steady stay callin' my phone?

She makin' fantasies out of my songs

I sing her melodies, then do her wrong

But I've been told her we not lastin' king

Land of the free, nah, the land of the lost

Brand new keys, got me whippin', we on

Brand new jeans, bitch, I'm drippin' like Voss

He talk, we paint up his block, Bob Ross

He lost, he outta his mind with the mop

I'm gone, I think I just spilled all the wok