4What Lyrics

I gotta carry, they ask me for what

We comparing, I'm having no luck

Counting chicken, I'm having a ton

Keeping my ducks in a row like my dubs

I need a Claritin, allergic as fuck

To the hoe shit that niggas done done

Cup and my blunt be the same as my gun

Loaded nigga and it's not just for fun

Showed them niggas that I'm really the one

Kobe nigga, just might drop forty something

Holy nigga, I'm like Jesus' son

Hoeing me, it's not easily done

All on my meat cause y'all niggas some buns

Y'all in the streets, but not G's, y'all some bums

Tap in with me, for the heat like it's um

Duke Energy, I go hard like it's drums

They been checking for Ken where the money at

Playing for keeps like I came and said, run me that

Laughed at my dreams like I showed them a funny app

Rapping for me, it's just something I'm dummy at

Smoke out a leaf, boy you smoking that crummy pack

Break down my trees like I turned to a Lumberjack

I got the lead and boy, it ain't no coming back

Fucking with me, might get popped where your tummy at

In AMG could've been in a Pontiac

I be the king, y'all my song like where Bronny at

Talking bout me on the side, I'm not fond of that

Bitches be trying to arouse me, where Rhonda at

Hoes wanna hump me, cause I got them llama racks

President P, like I'm bringing Obama back

I'm blowing up like I linked with Osama dad

My uncle told me just grind and go get a bag

Life give me clues but don't know what it's hinting at

I got some scars, but I cannot get shit for that

Knowing myself and my life wasn't meant for lack

I'm tryna to master my life on a different path

I gotta carry, they ask me for what

We comparing, I'm having no luck

Counting chicken, I'm having a ton

Keeping my ducks in a row like my dubs

I need a Claritin, allergic as fuck

To the hoe shit that niggas done done

Cup and my blunt be the same as my gun

Loaded nigga and it's not just for fun

Showed them niggas that I'm really the one

Kobe nigga, just might drop forty something

Holy nigga, I'm like Jesus' son

Hoeing me, it's not easily done

All on my meat cause y'all niggas some buns

Y'all in the streets, but not G's, y'all some bums

Tap in with me, for the heat like it's um

Duke Energy, I go hard like it's drums

They been checking for Ken, where the money at