4Nem lyrics

by

Chief Keef


[Intro: Chief Keef & Ballout]
(Ayy, Young Malcolm)
Ooh, bang, gang
Ooh, bang, gang
Ooh, dududuh, skuduskuh, bang

[Verse 1: Ballout]
2022 Charger got me feelin' like Vin Diesel
Amiri jeans too tight, I can't fit the D-Eagle
Take the sh*t back, I need a '96 Regal
I'm the biggest bird in the sky, b*tch I'm a seagull
Just met that hoe, on the first day, f*ck her then I delete her
Vellanos, Forgiatos my rims sneakers
Steady pourin' up two litters, I don't need a feature
I don't love a b*tch, you know I'm my brothers keeper

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Gang hit the cut in a Tonka
Don't sneak diss, we'll break your baby momma
Gang just bought some new cars for the summer
In a Lambo, bump the b*tch up in a Honda
Ride 4's b*tch, free ManeMane
Bought bro out, Fat Joe made it rain
Blood suckin' b*tch, think she got faint
My shorty hit a whip at the beam, he got aim
Leave yo' Rollie plain
Flyer than a plane
Why you lookin' strange?
b*tch, we got the thang?
Who is the gang?
Who is the gang?
Who is the gang?
Who? (Gang, gang)
[Verse 3: Tadoe]
Ayy, that's a light bop, my sh*t dark look like a Trish
Swimmin' in the water, I'm a shark, n*ggas fish
That's a nice watch, man, I love takin' risk
That's a nice Glock, what I look like swingin' fish
Send so many shots, my sh*t sound like a switch
n*ggas actin' real but n*ggas know they b*tch
I be in the field, steady runnin' up the chips
Boss sh*t with the blick, boss sh*t on the dip

[Bridge: Tadoe]
We got ten 50's in this b*tch
n*ggas slide, it's a drill
Brrrrrrr
Brrrrr
Grrr
n*ggas know how we rockin', let's go

[Verse 4: Terintino]
Spendin' old 100 dollar bills from '96
Ain't got no bank account but all my pockets thick
Typin' on the net, but get in person, ain't got no blick
Caught him at the red light and turned him to a lick
In a wide body but this b*tch ain't got no tints
Hit the Gucci store, go spend 6K on a fit
n*ggas actin' hard body but they really b*tch
Finna pour the drink up, forgot to get the kit
[Verse 5: Boss Moo]
We ain't ridin' hot cars, b*tch, these real whips
If you want the gold, b*tch it's 600 a zip
If you ain't got the blues then it can't yo' lips
I just f*cked this b*tch, made her hop up in a Lyft
It's time to f*ckin' deep, I got a .45 my hip
n*ggas talkin' crazy, I let this b*tch rip
Finna go back to the 'raq and go crazy with my peeps
We still be on the block, 061 that be the dip
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