The Four lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy
I lie
Ha, I be turning up on this sh*t I swear to God, n*gga
Who the f*ck like, for real
Ow, young n*gga world, ah
I just bump on that b*tch on the counter

[Verse]
Ayy, wait, slatt
She want me to nut on her face
I wanna nut on the b*tch
But only inside the way
She say she love lil' Melly
And when she with me she be safe
But b*tch ain't with me right now
So he gotta bust on your face
I load up the motherf*cking K, ayy
Then I'ma unload the Glock, ayy
Better if I unload the Glock, uh
One of these b*tches get popped
And if that lil' b*tch don't get popped
I promise we gon' make the news
Hunnids inside of my right pocket and I promise all of them blue
They said there's like four more, they said like four of 'em
The grid, I'm grow on 'em
These b*tches gon' f*ck some, suck the di*k I'ma blow you up
I'ma give you a shout out, on Instagram you can get some clout
Tell that b*tch "Let me hold on, wait a minute, let a n*gga bust inside your mouth"
Hold up wait, b*tch I'm still scamming
Let a n*gga know what's in your bank account
Racks on me, racks on me, racks on me
Shawty said she love calling these birds on me
And I, had a phone on the track, I wrote
On the four, yeah, the magni gold
And I really want the K to have a scope
He want a knife on it, but it still dough
With the white, with the white just like the po'
Like no, all these pus*y n*ggas talking like they know
But they weren't with us when a young n*gga was po'
Ha, oh, catch you slipping, always say you from the four
Uh, that sh*t gon' scam pus*y boy I hope you know
But I f*ck with a couple n*ggas from the four
'Cause they don't go, they gon' put it to your door
Ayy, ayy, but if you ain't with it lil' b*tch then f*ck ya
Promise I want the pus*y to suffer
Promise that choppa gon' eat her for sup'
Promise that my pocket, then a blubber
Promise my pocket then motherf*cker
f*ck on your mother, I'm home motherf*cker
I shoot at your top, I shoot at your brother, damn
Say he cut throat, I ain't even from Duva, what's up though
Shawty say she love me 'cause she see the rains
Shawty say she love me 'cause a thousand times
Shawty known a young n*gga rich
All these b*tches on a young n*gga di*k
Young n*gga world, we on a young n*gga sh*t
We totin' 50 rounds don't even f*ck with di*ks
You try to snatch some sh*t, I bet your ass get hit
Play with the clique, I bet your ass prolly end up inside a ditch
Don't give a f*ck about a pus*y or a snitch
'Cause all these n*ggas tryna do is just get rich
That boy'll prolly sell his soul for a thousand bullets
Don't give no F-U-X, don't give a thousand f*cks
About a pus*y ass n*gga 'cause they already know
That young n*gga world 'boutta blow
Ayy, f*ck on that b*tch then make that hoe touch her toes
Huh, ayy, shoot that lil' b*tch, like weed we gon' grow
I'm not keeping them guns, you know we gon' glow
I'm not keeping them guns, you know we gon' glow, huh, huh
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[Outro]
Aight save that sh*t, keep it up