Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him
Mama whip with 5 of my guys, 4 holdin'
Got 4 pumps and his heart beating/
Get off a key like i can’t sing
And my brains travel like yung berg jewels
But had to understand that was 4 fools
Yo 4-bit, yeah i called you 4-bit look at me i'm 8-bit
All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that
Without a second thought, but you got my respect is all
Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call
4 79, boy better pay me
Fuck that now trying get the money
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