4th & central ft. SACHI Lyrics

So I got this ghetty green

Look here nigga I'm a star

'Bout to hit the corner and rap stoned and get leaf cigar

I don't smoke on seeds but not to diss the ones unfortunate

If you need me, hook up wit me, I'll smoke you to death

All my niggas on that good dope, if you high just clap your hands

All my niggas on that good dope, if you high just clap your hands

Take a trip to Amsterdam

Smoke a blunt wit lady man

Always chiefin' gotta wake up with a blunt up in my hand

It be funny how you dig

'Cause you got green and me and you be friends

If I let you smoke wit me, you lucky I'm a keep it real

I don't give a fuck about a beggar tryin to smoke my weed

If you got some money you need to put half on this fuckin' green

Don't play wit the muthafuckin' fucker don't play

Smokin' on some hay

Once again hid in the black hay

Actin like you ballin' when you only sellin' nicks and dimes

Shit, this habit of mine

Got me clickin' when I'm on the ground

Only play a part in this damn game

Too hot started damn flames

Fuck what you damn claim

Fuck with no lame

Pull up with the casings

Time to get bracing

Too tempting like I'm ready

Coming with the gritty

I'll get ahead instead

Keep my family fed

Can you really stop me

Shooters rolling popping

Screaming fuck the law

Fully open jaws

Staying sane from the kush

Maintain like I should

Don't give a fuck

Ain't gonna slip and slide

I don't have to hide

Married to the money

Cooking in the kitchen

Pussy plate keep on licking

Always hitting

Never missing, no tripping, never bitching

Squad is woking, haters lurking

Get to scamming

Want my pockets cramming

Trigger pulling

Money drooling

Lose my footing

Life be pushing

Finna keep on moving

I'm not losing

So I got this ghetty green

Look here nigga I'm a star

'Bout to hit the corner and rap stoned and get leaf cigar

I don't smoke on seeds but not to diss the ones unfortunate

If you need me, hook up wit me, I'll smoke you to death

All my niggas on that good dope, if you high just clap your hands

All my niggas on that good dope, if you high just clap your hands

Take a trip to Amsterdam

Smoke a blunt wit lady man

Always chiefin' gotta wake up with a blunt up in my hand

It be funny how you dig

'Cause you got green and me and you be friends

If I let you smoke wit me, you lucky I'm a keep it real

I don't give a fuck about a beggar tryin to smoke my weed

If you got some money you need to put half on this fuckin' green

Don't play wit the muthafuckin' fucker don't play

Smokin' on some hay

Once again hid in the black hay

Actin like you ballin' when you only sellin' nicks and dimes

Shit, this habit of mine

Got me clickin' when I'm on the ground