Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call
It ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all
When a 4 by 4 comes crashing into your skull and furthermore
Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball
Yo 4-bit, yeah i called you 4-bit look at me i'm 8-bit
Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that
Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion
Mama whip with 5 of my guys, 4 holdin'
Some excedrinto get rid of conception
Shout 4:20, 4:20, like it's your obsession,
But had to understand that was 4 fools
We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes
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