4DOOR Lyrics

We don't pour up fake fours, We don't pour up fake fours

Pull up in a whip, it's a four door

And that mother fuck go sport mode

And my diamonds go two tone

Ice on my wrist

Shoutout Johnny, he blessed

Put up your bitch, on my dick, yeah, she kiss

Love to talk, he just acting

Now I'm with his fuckin' sis

Saint Laurent on my jacket

Moncler' Alyx on my wrist

I took his chain, it's a lick

And you know we skirt off four door

Pull up with blicks, yeah

My Draco got an extendo

Ripped it right off his wrist

Now I got a brand new two-tone

Feds try to think of something quick

Saw the drum off the Draco

AR, with the attachment

We hit him right through the window

Yeah, he tried to act up

So we pop like a pimple

I just fuck your bae, no

I'm not with her I'm single

I just took his chips, no

I ain't talkin' no pringles, girl

Hop in that mother fuck four door

Yeah the beretta stay tucked

M-I-A, I go ghost

Yeah, we drilling then we off

Four dour always do the most

I ain't catching no case

I ain't with the federals

Hop up in a stolen Wraith

Now that's my fuckin' four door

Go for ten, that's me and D-K

Always up on the score board

No, no, she not with you

I bought this ice around my neck

And I don't even hoop

I put some new Forgiato's

On a Bentley coupe

You know I play around with this hoe

I just hit then screw

I just hit then screw

I just hit then screw

I just hit then screw

I just hit then screw

In a four door

In a four door, yeah

Count out the greens, yeah

Hop back in a mother fuck four door

Count out the guap in a Maybach

Back in a mother fuck four door

Everyday a new fit, yeah

Mix the kapital with the gallery

Switched back to LA

Had to go back to NYC

Rather be a lone wolf

Then another one in the pack of sheep

All up on my own, yeah

Now it's time to play for keeps

Yeah, you got a Rollie

I just got a Patek Philippe

Yeah, you mad as fuck

I did this shit as a teen

Now this shit come quick

Like my guap, ain't talkin' no lead

Walked in Saks Fifth

Cop some Dior and Ksubi

Ask for Max quick

No, these ain't diamonds, these is rubies

Ran up Marni switch

So-ho, had to run up Celine

Talkin' bout Rick Owens

No, Maison Mihara Yasuhiro on my feet

Had to run it up

Thought I'm gone do the peel

Thought I'm gone do the peel

Ain't talkin' no banana though

Actin' hard up on the gram

You keep pulling off fake photos

We don't pour up fake fours

Pull up with a fucking draco

And that mother fuck go beam

And that mother fuck got a beam

Got a nigga green like cash, yeah

Like cash