4our point oh Lyrics

I'm on 4.0 you know the letters in the quad

Who he we don't know he ain't repping with the squad

I got angels round me hol up let me thank my god

I got demons on me just look me straight in the eye

Before I pull up you can smell that I'm already high

Last week I was baked this week I'm already fried

Ink on my face still got me a 9 to 5

Straight to outer space every time I hit the zah

Back out a new whip now I'm riding down ya block skrrt skrrt

I'm smoking pressure hit my pen one time my lung finna hurt

I'm bout to clock in hit my 9 to 5 I put in that work

Feel like One For All I New York Smash just look at my quirk

Uh I'm not a jerk

Hit my toosie I'm finna flirt

Puffing on zooties off of this earth

Uh put y'all niggas in the dirt

I'm in my bag what is it worth

I'm taking shrooms I don't do Percs

I got the swggett look at my merch

I'm with the set we finna merk

He gone see red all on his shirt

I been this lit ever since birth

I feel like Uzi I'm going Vert

I got the head shawty a nerd

She gonna shake it she don't do stirred

I'm sipping Hendricks vision is blurred

Gang finna link up what is the word

I ain't this lit like what've you heard

I'm on 4.0 you know the letters in the name

To New York yea you know about my fucking plane

He can't rock with us no he ain't fucking gang

Had to curve that bitch cuz that little bih was lame

I'm on 4.0 you know the letters in the quad

Who he we don't know he ain't repping with the squad

I got angels round me hol up let me thank my god

I got demons on me just look me straight in the eye

Before I pull up you can smell that I'm already high

Last week I was baked this week I'm already fried

Ink on my face still got me a 9 to 5

Straight to outer space every time I hit the zah