X4 (tinyloc music, Pt. 5) lyrics

b*tch it’s X4, I got a mini-MAC
Let me catch a Groove, Imma knock the star off his H hat
Let me catch a Slob, Imma knock the B off his Bape cap
S on T’s and star hats get whacked
I’m the main line like Ronald wearing a glove hat
Chunky monkey under my clothes, come get your son whacked
Tiny locs run sh*t b*tch, we don’t play that
Pull up to the show, all them jacks fast like were they at?
A-boy in the cut, he trippin, ready to spray that
Gotti squabble up, on Rollin’, I need that runback
If she start trippin' on you, then hmm, I need that
Arc Avenue, I’m on Western wearin' an Angels hat

Snoovas, Bubbles, Girlies, and Tramps
F*****s and Stains
Vons, Bricks, Twains, Sixtiеs, and Sways all can get that
Fake Streets and H.O.B.’s, them n*ggas all whack
(?) tryna prеss and bang, y’all better fall back
Bubbles talking loud on the ‘net, man where y’all hide at?
Tie up all them n*ggas on Slauson, we need our style back
Xplosive 4 the great be trippin’ but yall already know that
Leave a Snoova, stop sneak dissin’ before you get whacked
Hmm, these n*ggas pathetic, they need to get slapped
Hmm, they homies been fallin’, they ain’t got no straps
Hmm, these b*tches is foolish tryna play phone tag
b*tch I’m in the main street, tamin', I ain’t got time for that
Pull up August, I see Johnny, back back
Wait till Johnny leave then hop out and mag that
Hmm, these n*ggas be snitchin’, they need to get whacked
Hmm, these n*ggas be flexin’, they finna get jacked
Hmm, these n*ggas be yappin’ like we ain’t got straps
Come through, gun got more kick than Jack Black
You the type of n*gga to get strips then flex that
I’m the type of n*gga to get strips and buy a MAC

Back, double back, if I see a tramp, then whack his ass
Jack three, Tramps is on Western, totin’ a mini-MAC
C.R.A.S.H. think they sick till I f*ck around, gotta do the dash
Cash, need it fast
So fast, faster than Flash’s dad
Mad broke ass, go get some racks and blow a stack
MACs in our lap, see Johnny and throw it in her bag
F**s tryna sell over here?, and he gone get taxed
Hmm, and we can squabble up, f*ck a twitter match
Pulling up faster than flash, I ain’t with the bluffin' (Twains)
They be duckin’ and runnin’ but they ain’t with the bussin’ (Sways)
You n*ggas (?) in them pictures but they ain’t never public (Fakes)
Them n*ggas old and they bummy, they need to get some money (Snoovas)
Real track stars, they still ain’t tired of runnin’
Keep a chunky monkey on me like I was David Ruffin
Let me see a Stain or a Scrap and Imma get to bussin’
Let me see a Girly or Tramp, they better get to duckin’
Gun so big, it got a name, Demarcus Cousins
Stain n*ggas get on our nerves, them n*ggas really nothin’
Sixties n*ggas got they nerve, they like our lil’ cousins
Sway n*ggas talk about birds but they ain’t fly or nothin’
Tiny Animal got his nerve, thought he was doing somethin’
Pull up to the (?) again, and Imma show you somethin’
Hmm, and b*tch it’s X4, ain’t got no time for runnin’
Time for duckin’
Swear I got a baby bigger than Biggie’s cousin