4 ZIPS ft. J'VON & Isaiah Jones Lyrics

Law of recognition

Hoe, you best get recognized

Only gas in my ignition

Cookies, OG, Apple Pie

I'm that one

To put three in that bitch

Four Os, yeah that's four zips

Five hoes, but we like six

Deep, we not doing shit

Aye, bitch

Why you think you my hoe or sum?

She like, JJ, you don't care

Hittin that hoe with the shoulder shrug

They like, nigga why you keep flexin?

Treatin me like I'm swole or sum

Yo girl treatin me like her dentist

Nigga, I'm fuckin her molars up

Bitch, I'm from that Ugly Corner

Niggas keep Glock and that .40 tucked

Got my young niggas movin that pack

Outside leavin that motor runnin

Said, girl, who yo favorite rapper?

She said, you and that golden one

Lettin my masters put me in chains

Bitch, I'm talking bout frozen ones

Said he want smoke, can't hold the blunt

Lookin at Timmy like roll this up

Pourin up shots in that Solo cup

My dawg pour wock in that Poland one

Wood in her cat, that's hole in one

Nigga that's cap, you don't tote a gun

Vocal how I'm tryna stack these bands

Stack it so high, can't fold it up

Aye, Law of Recognition

Hoe, you best get recognized

Timmy been that nigga since

Before the gas could cloud my eyes

I don't play with switches

But I'll hit a nigga with the fye

Tweakin in my section get you booted

Don't fuck up the vibe

Law of recognition

Hoe, you best get recognized

Only gas in my ignition

Cookies, OG, Apple Pie

I'm that one

To put three in that bitch

Four Os, yeah that's four zips

Five hoes, but we like six

Deep, we not doing shit

I'm pulling up

And I got the blick on my side

And all my niggas ski'd up in that truck

And they got them blicks outside

All these niggas be claiming

They blood and they crip

All I see is Nip outside

Fuck around and spike her

And I don't even like her

Fucked this bitch one time

And she claiming I like her

Nigga, yo diamonds don't shine

But mine shine brighter, uh

Nigga, pass me a lighter

Your bitch, she a fighter, uh

Kick that hoe out the club like Tyga

Pass that bitch to the bro, can't wife her

Hit the hoe bare-knuckle, might Kimbo Slice her

Take a hoe to the Depp like Wino Ryder

Smoke big ass blunts, that Fe Fo Fi shit

On the floor getting crunk, two Double-O nine shit

He a whole ass fed, on that one-one-nine shit

Only respect gon buy shit

Fake ass nigga, get him gone like lightning

Yea we really do shit, we ain't with the typing

That's the Law of Recognition

Hoe, you best get recognized

Timmy been that nigga since

Before the gas could cloud my eyes

I don't play with switches

But I'll hit a nigga with the fye

Tweakin in my section get you booted

Don't fuck up the vibe

Law of recognition

Hoe, you best get recognized

Only gas in my ignition

Cookies, OG, Apple Pie

I'm that one

To put three in that bitch

Four Os, yeah that's four zips

Five hoes, but we like six

Deep, we not doing shit