4 Summers Lyrics

This that cause for concern shit

That 30 corn in a sterling

That don't get caught in your ride

Cah man will do you like Rico did Kermit

Aye

Four summers

Word is he corn'd something

Them man there ain't on shhh

Them man there all fronting

Bullets ain't got no name on them

That's word to all mothers I've been in the field trying to score something

Like it's all or nothing

Hear no evil

See no evil. Talk nothing

Why your man sign that statement

He got court summons

Still beat that case. Fresh out the gate

Ten toes down. I hit the floor running

Going for the win. That's more grapes. More money

I don't know what they thought. Darg I don't know what they saw

Them man there need Oscar awards

How's your man call a man op in the court

Thought they don't talk to the police

Dutty dread box'in the pork

Got me like stop it you fraud

You know your whole squad's full of frauds

Them man there know what it is

Me and them man there are not in a war

Them man there know what it is

Tell them to check the real score on the board

Them man there got lost in the sauce

Them man there got robbed for the warps

And that could get risen today my hitta start popping off corn

Like sorry my lord I know I promised my lord

But it's like they wanna draw me out

They don't want to see me poppin these corks

Like what's all the talk

Shhh got shhh already

You concerned and we're probably the cause

Pocket rocket for launch, right now!

Four summers. Word is he corn something

Them man they ain't on shhh

Them man they all fronting

Bullets ain't got no name on them

That's word to all mothers I've been in the field

trying to score something

Like it's all or nothing

Hear no evil. See no evil. Talk nothing

Why your man sign that statement

He got court summons. Still beat that case

Fresh out the gate. Ten toes down

I hit the floor running

Going for the win. That's more grapes. More money

Bout your man's looking for who

Me and T roll through the block in a Porsche

Told a thot hop in the Porsche

She gave me top in a Porsche

Try tell me she in love

I put the thottie on pause

Told her to play her position

Now she sitting on boxes of raw

Choppin up rock on the board

Send her out shopping abroad

Yeah my brown ting looks cute

But my black ting offers me more

Remember sweeping and mopping the floor

Now the motor go pop into sport

Out here and gone with my thoughts

Still lit up like a torch

They had me locked like a jaw

I kicked the lock off the door

My Hitta HB's back in this thing I want profit and more

When it rains it pours

Somehow we stayed assure

They try leave me down and out

Now that I'm back I ain't got no remorse.

Four summers. Word is he corn'd something

Them man they ain't on shhh

Them man there all fronting

Bullets ain't got no name on them

That's word to all mothers I've been in the field

Trying to score something

Like it's all or nothing

Hear no evil. See no evil

Talk nothing

Why your man sign that statement. He got caught summons

Still beat that case

Fresh out the gate. Ten toes down. I hit the floor running

Going for the win. That's more grapes more money

This that cause for concern shit

That 30 corn in a sterling

That don't get caught in your ride cah

man will do you like Rico did Kermit

Aye