4BANDZ Lyrics

Four bandz got the city out poppin'

Got your shorty on my dick and she toppin'

One call then them bodies start droppin'

All my bothers gone slide like sum goblins

Jack Harlow cos you know I got it poppin'

Finesse kid, Kodak Black bitch I'm robbing

Like a stop sign, bitch we not stopping

We getting chips five stars where I'm shopping

They on my dick, omg I know they plotting

I think they mad cos I'm the real red robin

Its my turn we bumping heads got them noddin'

A buck sixty on the one-ten I'm flying

They talking shit but they the main ones that's dying

Shhh, lil bitch stop the crying

Fighting demons inside my head I can't lie

Po' that wok inside my cup I got to slide

Pray to the lord none of my brothers switch sides

Applying pressure on my songs till' my demise

Tony parker on my hip I tote a nine

I'm Bruce Wayne in the club i got to shine

She a ten out of ten yeah, she fine

Big riz I'm the one I make her mine

Boss shit shorty felt it in her spine

Bitch, stop capping why you lying

Catch my nut then I slide what's the vibe

Riding dirty with the team we on the goal line

Overtime so Ima put this shit in overdrive

We can't lose, cannot turn into no sucker side

I'm standing ten toes down long as I'm alive

I put away most of my pain in my archives

Is you gone ride is you gone slide for the right guy

Tell the truth cos ill go crazy bout mines

Smoke a ounce in a day bitch I'm high

Only time I'll comply is when I die

Never know if you win unless you try

Put that pain to some work, step on necks and apply

By all means got to get it to survive

Its Jaybandz I'm outside with a fire

Hottest nigga in my city yeah, I'm hot

Fucked your bitch last night you got to know that she a thot

Lil thooter for the win she a go

Jaybandz I know these niggas want me dead

You caught lacking you was talking to the feds

Say you didn't but I saw you confess

Ain't no school but I done passed all my test

It's four bandz if you step bitch you better come correct

Lil thooter I got a rocket in my pocket

A pop socket if i press down its poppin'

You not gang you was hiding in the closet

Keep eyes peeled got to see who is watching

I'm outside with the team like the rockets

Big foe five, hallow slugs bitch its drill time

On my soul, I'm on a go i got to get mine

Hold it down, while I jump off the deep end

Don't do fades, trigger happy when i pop lead

Got a band as I walk on my feet

Came along way from thuggin' the main street

Still remember making plays at the swap meet

They all talk pop they head on the concrete

Like wildfire, I'm too hard on this wild beat

But tell me baby, can we hotbox the backseat

It's nighttime so you know I got to pack heat

Streets hot but all that shit is discreet

It's Jaybandz from the wood bitch I'm heem

Hallow tips popping right off his beam

We take off in the coupe we was never in the scene

Pop my fours on 4bandz then I leave

I got a bag, I got it fast like I'm Steve

Flipped the lean to some leaves, implement it then believe

Can't slip up, bitch I'm a Tupac, I'm a thug

Bottoms baby you know I come from the mud

Got the city on my back, the whole gang show me love

Whole gang show me love ughh