4L Lyrics

I get the rackys all day

The chopper its loaded and ready to spray

I told that boy get the f-ck out of my face

He tried me and now he stuck up in his place

Send him to god, pearly gates

Aint facade, b-tch look at my face

B-tch I go to war bout the fam and the pape'

We spin the block, bring the yellow tape

B-tch im the 2 not the 1

Hollup I meant im the 1 not the 2

He tryna run up and hit me with 1

That's cause my pockets are fatter than you

Im tired of all the violence that im seeing

We gotta go and protect all the youth

Im tired of people tryna talk it out

Then they resort to the motherfucking shooting

But you can't touch me no MC Hammer

Don't run up on me, my hand on the Blammer

Free all my guys that's stuck up in the slammer

Im going up b-tch that's word to my grandpa

Told my b-tch, I am a gift like Santa

I pour a 4 of the lean in the Fanta

Can't see me 5% tints on the phantom

Kicking sh-t DOLO I don't need a tandem

She gone ride me, no bike

Like lil yachty, one night

Bad b-tch th-tty, want pipe

Then she want me, for life

Moving zombie, more like

Out of body, all night

Step back hit that, like mike

Feel like Drake need, more life