Lost 4 Wrds! Lyrics

You can't flex like me, even if you took steroids

Draco, 7.62, yeah, I got all my toys

With my swinnas, with my bruddas, countin' these racks with my boys

We got more hits than Floyd

I fuck that bitch in the Bahamas

I keep a stick in my pajamas

Always hated math, but I love commas

I'm a baby tryna buy a crib for his mama

Leave that shit right there

Yeah, I count these racks

I'm first, not last

You broke, on yo' ass

Haha, I laugh, what you gon' do 'bout it?

I suggest keepin' yo' lips zipped

'Cause we got sticks on sticks

Guns got dicks on dicks

Y'all pussy, clits on clits

We finna get y'all hit

We finna fuck y'all bitch

She finna drink our kids

Her head trash, I'm pissed

She finna get her ass kicked

I told her, "Spit out my dick"

That bitch, she drank all the Tris

That bitch, she finna be lit

She finna be in slow mo

Mo, mo, mo, mo, mo

Mo, mo, mo, mo, mo

Mo, mo, mo, mo, mo

Yeah, she got purple tears

I can see them from here

I got this green, Paul Pierce

I'm better than my peers

Only God, that I fear

I'm in the cut like shears

My music in yo' ears

I know that grind yo' gears

She finna give me that face

She give me that honor roll brain

That lil' bitch goin' insane

I'm finna put kids on her face

Why y'all thought I was gay?

But I'm fuckin' yo' lil' bitch face

I don't know what I'm sayin'

Homina, homina, homina

Homina, homina, homina

Homina, homina, homina

Homina, homina, homina

Homina, homina, homina

Homina, homina, homina

Homina, homina, homina

Homina, homina, homina