4X4

[Part I] [Intro] Woo-ooh-ooh [Chorus] Woo-ooh-ooh (Ha, ha) Four by four I'm back on road (Hey) I'm back on go Ooh-ooh-ooh (Damn) Four by four We back in mode Lil' bitch, we back for more Woo-ooh-ooh [Verse 1] I'm sippin' drop I ride my motorcycle, make her pussy pop (Woah) I'm mad conceited and they got me feelin' Wock' I snatch them bands up, they thought they had it lock (Give me that shit, nigga) (Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo) Jump up on it, ride it, got lil' B vibin' (I popped a G5) I break her cup down and this taste is so exotic Drop a big deposit, bitch, I'm your autopilot [Chorus] Woo-ooh-ooh (Ha, ha) Four by four I'm back on road (Hey) I'm back on go Ooh-ooh-ooh (Damn) Four by four We back in mode Lil' bitch, we back for more [Verse 2] Runnin' it, runnin' it, runnin' it up again She get to chewin' this dick like it's Doublemint I'm runnin' this shit like a government (Woo, I'm doin' too much) Told the bitch sit down, she doin' too much If he said he outsidе, gotta prove it to us Them little bitty Glocks ain't movin' to us Gеt rollin', nigga, I put ya in a blunt Brr-brr-brr-brr-brr-brr, okay (Ha-ha-ha) She know too many rappers, get this bitch up out my face Brr-brr-brr-brr-brr-brr, okay (Ha-ha-ha) She be fuckin' broke niggas, bitch ain't got no taste But I got a ho right now that can fuck me good and pour my drank (Eat it up) Her body must be recycled 'cause this bitch ain't got no waist (Woo) The waist good, I'm gon' wife you, you can get that ring today Pass my lean, baby, it's feelin' like Green Day (Yee) [Chorus] Woo-ooh-ooh (Ha, ha) Four by four I'm back on road (Hey) I'm back on go Ooh-ooh-ooh (Damn) Four by four We back in mode Lil' bitch, we back for more [Part II] [Verse] Why these lil' niggas don't like me? Why these lil' niggas don't like me? I pulled up clean in the Harley Then I snatched off 'cause I'm way too cocky I'm fuckin' this, fuckin' this, stained my shirt Oh, damn, it stained my white tee (Damn) Thank God my son an Aquemini He was way too close to a Pisces (I pull up in a Maybach truck, in the 300SL, nigga it's a sight see) If any nigga out here got a problem with the Don I swear to God, nigga, you could fight me I'm fuckin' this, fuckin' this, stained my shirt Oh, damn, it stained my white tee And they playin' with the choppa, I'll cut a muhfucker I'm movin' like a young Pooh Shiesty