4 Weeks Lyrics

Runnin too the bag got my legs hurtin Thinking I should kill him but it's not worth

Trying to do my best but I'm not perfect Trying to do my best but I'm not

Sipping Wakiana tryna stop the pain, nigga They tried to hit and miss, they ain't got

the aim, nigga Niggas ain't fighting so I can't fade with

Yo bitch wanna fuck but I can't lay with

you I got money in my pocket with the Gucci on

his own Run up on him, smack his head while I got

the Prada on him Bad touch, damn, finna get my side on him

And my brody was a snake the whole time, I ain't know

A lot of pain that I felt, that's why I got tats up in my head

I ain't even know the bitch so I ain't fuck her in my bed

Dominican, she talking Spanish, I don't even understand

A stupid ass nigga, I'll die for walking red Wine up on him, wack a nigga, get my mind

straight Short nigga with no temper, I'm like 5'8

Got the clip on the track, get shoot all day Free milli, kill my friends if they all fake

I can drink lean, that's what the law say All my opps watching Pace, bro, they all gay

High school taking bitches in the hallway Robbing jeans on my ass, fuck a ball man

I'm low for man, Billy man, niggas know me She hating on a girl but love me low key

I don't wanna die for my bitch, nigga, I'd rather OD

I can get six bands in four weeks Automatic motion with the Billy's in it

I ain't nothing else, bitch, I'm Billy, nigga Block 19 with the 50 in it

Yeah, I wanna fuck your bitch, bro, you got me 10