4 Wheelers lyrics

[Intro]
Layin' next to a b*tch when I woke up in the crib
Breakfast from my moms got me feeling like a kid
Only thing missing is a bib
[?] at the door, wonder if I'll ever hit

[Verse 1]
Y3 Poncho
Swag like the Fonzo
These n*ggas fags like mano y mano
Plates from Chicago
b*tch from Toronto
Into getting head like the honcho, pronto
Butt, butt-f*ckin' naked b*tches in my condo
f*ck Knicks, I'd rather sell tix like Rondo
Murcielago, swag like the macho man Randy Savage
It's A$AP, bast*rds

[Chorus]
All gold grills, no diamonds, we shining
Ski masks on, like we robbers, we mobbing
Out all night whippin' 4 wheeler bikes
This the new improved Harlem
What's the motherf*ckin' problem, huh?
What's the motherf*ckin' problem, huh?
What's the motherf*ckin' problem?
Out all night whippin' 4 wheeler bikes
This the new improved Harlem
What's the motherf*ckin' problem, huh?
Let that sh*t marinate
What's the motherf*ckin' problem?
Do this for the youth
Mouth full of gold tooths
And 40 Below boots
What's the motherf*ckin' problem?
[Verse 2]
Why bother?
Our father
Who art in heaven
Massive weapons
Black beretta, a MAC-11
Bible chapters
Casket, ribbons, pastors, wettens
Funeral, juvenile and adolescence (Ah)
And I'm back to wearing gold chains
f*ck your bandwagon, we made our own lane
I was 15 when I sold 'caine
Made 8 thou' off a mothaf*cking phone rang
8 racks n*gga
Stay back n*gga
A$AP n*gga
When you think of my clique, think trap n*ggas
f*ck it, I'll get back with you

[Chorus]
All gold grills, no diamonds, we shining
Ski masks on, like we robbers, we mobbing
Out all night whippin' 4 wheeler bikes
This the new improved Harlem
What's the motherf*ckin' problem, huh?