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