M4 Lyrics

M4, ayy, when I'm bustin' down your door Fuckin' on your bitch and I know that she a

whore She's sore, ayy, put your face to the floor

And I hit from the back and you know I give her more

Hit from the back, break her back like a Kit Kat

Homie know that I be poppin' like a Tic Tac In the shit and you know I ain't gon' miss

that

Lil homie know I'm poppin' like a knick-knack, knick-knack

Paddywhack, give a dog a bone Lil' bitch, I am the king when I'm sittin

on the throne I don't need no pussy bitches hittin' on my

phone I'm a single man, you can leave me alone

Ayy, this bitch, she gon' ride me like a Peloton

Nuttin' on her back, I'ma call the bitch a Cinnabon

Wait, hold up, call the bitch a pastry Nuttin' on her back, and she got the weed pasties

Oh, wait a minute, I need some practice I'm a real prick in the club like a cactus

Ayy, broken arm, that's fractus I'm a real rare motherfucker like Actis

Ayy, why the fuck you tryin' to attack my crew

We don't even know who the fuck is you Run up on us and you know what we do

Cause we all totin heat and guess what you're through M4

Ayy, when I'm bustin' down your door We got 30 clips and we're gonna give you more

Got the drum, drum, drum that's a 60 Pull up on the crew and you know we get thrifty

Ayy, thrifty motherfuckers, we shiftin' Hop in the whip, take a corner and drift it

You took a shot and I see that you whiffed it Guess what, bitch, I'm built different

M4, ayy, when I'm bustin' down your door Fuckin' on your bitch and I know that she a whore

She's sore, ayy, put your face to the floor And I hit from the back and you know I give her more

Hit from the back, break her back like a Kit-Kat Homie, know that I be poppin' like a Tic-Tac

In the shit and you know I ain't gon' miss that

Lil' homie, know I'm poppin' like a knick-knack, knick-knack, patty-whack

Give a dog a bone, lil' bitch, I am the king When I'm sittin' on the throne

I don't need no pussy bitches hittin' on my phone

I'm a single man, you can leave me alone Let's go, bitch, and you know that we drop shit

Me and the boys jumpin' out the drop ship Landin' with guns and you know that we pop shit

We see some nice-ass chains and we cop it Ayy, we rollin' up in the Benz trucks

Checkin' our waistlines cause we keep Glocks tucked

You try to fight us and you gettin' jacked up

Throwin' right hooks with some lean in my double cup

Fuck the lean, bitch, I need some Ciroc

Choppa slaps harder than Will did Chris Rock

I need two demon bitches with twin Glocks With big titties that they postin' on TikTok