4x4

[Part I]

[Intro]

Huh, huh, huh

Huh, huh, huh (Brr, brr, Draft)

[Verse]

Four by four, sit tall in the lane

Canary yellow stones, bust down for the gang ('Crete)

Sippin' on paint, I mean, purple, no rain

I'm a dog in this gang, you was chasin' the fame

We is not the same, shit be strange (Yeah)

Niggas 'bout that ho', bet that boy get Tinder

White flag, shot at that baby, surrender (Hmm)

Cost a couple dollars just to fuck it in her

Rub big spinner, free Pop out that kennel

This shit was just mental, you know we gon' eat

Monkey nuts hang out that window

He let that bitch dump, he gon' leave that boy beggin' on E

It's sharks out here, they fish on a plate

Missed seven hoes, please give him his cake

Ate up my soda, it's dark as a grape

These fruits in my labors, ain't askin' no favors

I still got to get a lil' bitch in Dakota

She do a lil' head, always keep my mental right

Dick on my chains, like she just won a medal

Bring me up, suck me down, put a five on a dresser

Keep firin' your hip, if you know that you step

My foot on the pedal, still stirrin' the pot

Pop your shit, let's thicken the plot

You talkin' too much, while I'm beatin' the block

And I still get it hot, like the first of September

Steppin' like a frat, know I came with the members (Concrete)

[Part II]

[Intro]

Ha, hey

Hmm, brr

You know we gon' get it twenty-five eight (Brr)

Three-six-five, twenty-four seven (Brr, brr)

We don't stop, nigga (Yeah)

Wait on nobody (Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody)

Us

[Verse]

Margiela Ricky, my bank havin' acne

We gettin' to it, for real, I'm gettin' pro-active (It's us)

Let's see how it happen, it's Burberry's magic

This game'll get tragic, ain't none of us average ('Crete)

Kareem Draft Jabbar, I set the bar, rappers ain't standin' this tall

Seven-three inches up, I could've had KD aboard, Boat, pass me the ball (Yeah)

I'm hotter than Phoenix, I'm higher than Venus

This trunk get a beam, go and swing like Serena

I'm Nas with the ether, R-E-S-P-E-C-T, like I'm Aretha

Them boys slangin' white in the summer, like Franklin

The snow gon' fall, they dissin' Big Meech

A mafia fan, that's the rules of the 'Crete

Either you're in or you're out with me

He lackin' and squeezin', coughin' and wheezin'

Stop with straight shots and then pop bottles like Weezy

I could've went broke, ballin', for real, nigga, go ask your ho'

Chasin' these millions, I'm breakin' the door

We live the real life and ain't signed me no deal yet

This shit get real, let me tell you the spill check

These niggas fold quick, KelTec

Black and white shorty, ran from a real TEC

She want her hair, nails, rent check

My baby baddie ain't chasin' that

Got her sassy, my diamonds all glassy, real bosses don't count

They lost and we just keep aggressive

We never, ever stressin', we just gon' get it in

First round, baby, we locked in

See you at the top, not top ten

Huh, I can't be boxed in, nigga

[Outro: Lil Wayne]

Fuck you gon' stand next to a nigga like me that really do it

And you don't do it?

What the fuck you by me, man?

You feel me?

I got more beautiful bitches next to me