4mula Lyrics

Bottle to the head yeah I'm faded

You dont know the pain yeah I deal with

Scars on my heart yeah I feel it

How you real but do fake shit?

I gave you my heart yeah you played it bitch

Yeah I'm not a killer but don't push me bitch

Racks in the pocket and strap don't play

Real big shit and I never play safe

Hold on

(shii)

Ready when it's time to slide we gone shoot

Play me wrong, when it's on get him gone

See me with a full plate, cuz i'm on

Bitch get out the way, we masked on

Turn that pussy into a swimming pool

Back shot yeah bitch i make you moan

Pull up with a big body feel like hov

Yeah im on my time who is you

Yeah im on my time get it bro

Beam on his back i ain't missin

Pull up with choppas get to blitzin

Keep me the strap up the smithen

I'm taking your bitch cuz she classy

She call me daddy it gets nasty

She sucking that dick like she been missin

Bitch shut the fuck up you needa listen

Can't let these bitches finesse this

I'm drippin whatever im dressed in

My pockets be fatter than precious

You ain't cutthroat get ya neck slit

I got my racks up like a breast lift

My bitch so pretty she a princess

Keep me a 30 just in case

Keep me a

Bottle to the head yeah I'm faded

You dont know the pain yeah I deal with

Scars on my heart yeah I feel it

How you real but do fake shit?

I gave you my heart yeah you played it bitch

Yeah I'm not a killer but don't push me bitch

Racks in the pocket and strap don't play

Real big shit and I never play safe

Hold on

(shii)