| 4PF look like we hit licks how we sell bricks
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| We don’t sell shit, we just make hits, yeah
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| Turn up
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| Keepin' my composure, never sober
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| Never chokin', always smokin doja
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| Fuck 'em if they gettin' over
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| Got a Moncler coat because the kid the coldest
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| I ain’t changed, I stayed the same and maintained
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| It’s safe to say the kid gettin' older
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| Forever gang, I’m never switchin' over
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| Made a lane and niggas can’t get over
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| I can’t match with rappers, they be bogus
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| Really get a pack and keep the over
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| Big dripper, stand up in the ocean
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| Everybody trappin', we get loads in
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| He ain’t 4PF if he ain’t got motion
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| Made a half a ticket off promotion
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| Shout out Swishers Sweet, they keep me rollin'
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| But if we catch the opp, we gotta smoke him
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| Ridin' 'round with Dracs like we OVO
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| I got some racks and I want some more
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| Still got them passin' the hood, call it give-and-go
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| Keep a nigga main bitch in a figure-four
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| Let me fuck when I want, I just come and go
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| Man, these racks gettin' too big for these skinny clothes
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| I might put me an M in some big Girbaud
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| Let lil' bro hit the stick, had start gettin' old
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| I spent five hundred racks on a Lambo'
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| And didn’t even know how to make that motherfucker go
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| On my birthday, I just wanna lift the door
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| Barely flex, but don’t play with me, period
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| Shooters follow behind in a Urus
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| In the Rolls truck, I feel like a tourist
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| I’m the one from the bottom who sold all my partners them pounds
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| Used to drive in a Buick
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| Hot, hot, hot, I’m heatin' up
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| I fuck with slimes and I’m gonna bust (Bah, bah)
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| He can’t put on that drip, he ain’t one of us
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| How you ridin' in a Benz and a Tonka truck?
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| How you got everybody lit, pipin' up?
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| Oh, she bad with no swag, I can pipe her up
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| Made my last one my last one, I’m wifin' her
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| Count the money up fast like I’m typin' somethin'
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| I’m the type to get active and never run (Wunna)
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| Keep the Rugers, my niggas ain’t scared of nothin' (Nah)
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| And ain’t no rules, you got racks, you can get it done (Yeah)
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| On a light day, I keep me a honey bun (One hundred)
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| Makin' hit after hit, call me Barry Bonds (Hits)
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| For this Christmas, I bought everybody guns (Swear)
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| Glocks and choppers and FN’s for everyone (Grrat)
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| Take that roof off the car, let her feel the sun (Wow)
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| My bro go see his barber five times a month (Yeah)
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| Got this bitch out the college, she suckin' and swallow (Uh)
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| I stick it in, she feel it in her gut (In her gut)
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| We don’t run from our problems, we stackin' up guala and guala I’m tryna get
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| that mega bucks (Racks)
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| We them drippers, lil' nigga, best watch your step (Them drippers)
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| This top shelf, got forty designer belts (Drip)
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| 4PF look like the new BMF
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| Think I’m deaf, got stones in my right and left (Ice)
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| How you crank up the car? |
| Ain’t no key in there
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| Just pull up, spin they block, and get out of there (Get out of there)
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| Wake up, have a hard time findin' what to wear
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| Treat these hoes like a tire, I keep a spare
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| Want a strap because I’m war ready (War)
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| Check the trust account, it’s more fetti (Yeah)
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| Skydweller, Jubilee, and a Presi' (No cap)
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| Hundred-fifty plain Richard Millie (No cap)
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| I’ma milk the game until it’s empty
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| Lil cuzzo spit that flame until it’s empty (Yeah)
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| I am not a killer, but don’t tempt me (Nah)
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| Spendin' rate 'bout thousand to a fifty
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| Hot, hot, hot, I’m heatin' up
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| I fuck with slimes and I’m gonna bust (Bah, bah)
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| He can’t put on that drip, he ain’t one of us
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| How you ridin' in a Benz and a Tonka truck?
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| How you got everybody lit, pipin' up?
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| Oh, she bad with no swag, I can pipe her up
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| Made my last one my last one, I’m wifin' her
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| Count the money up fast like I’m typin' somethin'
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| I’m the type to get active and never run |