Fantastic 4 ft. A1Nas, SØS NØS & Luh Yu Lyrics

Uh, uh, uh, shorty callin' me the muffin man

Gave her dick once, now she askin, can I fuck again

But you know I lay it down, so you knowin' we gon' fuck again

I said, we quick to roll em up, put that nigga in a blunt again

I said, stomach shot, stomach shot, quick to leave him slumped again

Quick to run a blitz, if they thinkin' they gon' run again

I said, you can cuff that nigga, cause I'm just tryna have fun again

I said, I'm quick to run em down and hear it click like, fuck the button jammed?

Okay, just pick another day, I said, we bout to test your luck again

I said, like, why these niggas talkin' like my bro don't keep it tucked again

I said, this semi like to shoot it from the hip, I broke the clutch again

I said, I'm smokin' on your starters, then I'm lookin' like who subbin' in?

I caught him creepin, hit your block, make him dance, this ain't no runnin' man

I'm in the backseat of the Benz, I'm with lul' A1, that's my button twin

I'm from the A, I'm out in Philly, tell my twin to bring some hoes up in

I told that hoe, just vibe and smoke, and the my lap, she put her nose up in it

You see me walkin' through the mall, put on my dog shit

Don't think that she green, you can't get left up in the mall, bitch

Go to Angel Reese, I can climb trees, you ain't too tall, bitch

No, I be on my grind, stack up my cheese until we fall, bitch

I'm tryna walk down, been had my stripes in the streets

I can get the cost down, nutted on that bitch face

Now she got the sauce now, went to work, I'm off now

The way so chew it, I'm like, slow down

She ring around the rose now, she took my soul, I'm in ghost town

Caught a opp in my afterlife, I ain't Joc, but it's goin' down

I'm fuckin' on four badass bitches, I call that a four pound

He said his feet on land, now, he connected to the ground

They out here screamin' his name, but he ain't makin' a sound

It's me, Luh Yu, Nas, Phantom, we gon' walk down

Niggas poppin' hot, I shoot his face, go ahead, talk now

Smoke him how the fiends do that white- go ahead, mmm

I said, smoke him how the fiends, do that white, you in chalk now

Money talkin, you don't get no bands, so nigga, shut up

Know I cut up, I shot, my pistol jammed, nigga, you lucked up

But let me catch you loafin' in that field, and you get touched up

A1 and SOS, we be the fam, you know we hushed up

I said, Mr.LayItDown, yeah, your bitch know the name and shit

Zuko with the fire, I got the heat, you know I'm flamin' shit

I said, we quick to bend that block, it got us lookin' like we Aang and shit

I said, I got the heat, I'm just like Bron, you know I'm bangin' shit

Rearrangin' shit, changin' shit, bangin' shit

Tell him get up, poppin' all the shit on Instagram

Now he got the hiccups, why he try to pull my card

Now he playin' 52, pick up

So many bullets hit his stomach, now that nigga can't sit up

Okay, switch up, it's 60 in this round, I load that clip up

Then we quick to walk him down

Y'all know that 30 fucked my wrist up, said I ain't cuffin' on that bitch

Unless she cute and got a big butt

I had to kick that shorty out because she didn't get my dick up

I said, your shorty steady playin' with my balls like it's pick up

Game, nigga