4X4 lyrics

[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' b*tch, we back for more
Woo-ooh-ooh

[Verse 1]
I'm sippin' drop
I ride my motorcycle, make her pus*y pop (Woah)
I'm mad conceited and they got me feelin' Wock'
I snatch them bands up, they thought they had it lock (You ain't have sh*t, n*gga)
(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, b*tch, 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' b*tch, we back for more

[Verse 2]
Runnin' it, runnin' it, runnin' it up again
She get to chew on this di*k like it's Doublemint
I'm runnin' this sh*t like a government (Woo, I'm doin' too much)
Told the b*tch sit down, she doin' too much
n*ggas say they outside, gotta prove it to us
Thеm little bitty Glocks ain't movin' to us
Get rollin', n*gga, I put ya in a blunt
Brr-brr-brr-brr-brr-brr, okay (Ha-ha-ha)
She know too many rappеrs, get this b*tch up out my face
Brr-brr-brr-brr-brr-brr, okay (Ha-ha-ha)
She be f*ckin' broke n*ggas, b*tch ain't got no taste
But I got a ho right now that can f*ck me good and pour my drank (Eat it up)
Her body must be recycled 'cause this b*tch 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 full lime green, baby (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' b*tch, we back for more

[Part II]

[Verse]
Why these lil' n*ggas don't like me?
Why these lil' n*ggas don't like me?
I pulled up clean in the Harley
Then I snatched off 'cause I'm way too c*cky
I'm f*ckin' this, f*ckin' 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 three hunnid inside, n*gga it's a sight see)
If any n*gga out here got a problem with the Don
I swear to God, n*gga, you could fight me
I'm f*ckin' this, f*ckin' this, stained my shirt
Oh, damn, it stained my white tee
And they playin' with the choppa, I'll cut a muhf*cker
I'm movin' like a young Pooh Shiesty