4:30 Mins Of Death lyrics

[Intro: Beannskii]
(Ooh, sh*t, that's a Danny G beat)
He can't see me, I'm outside blendin' in, yeah (Fu-fu-f*ck with 'em, Bill)
(It's Lando, your b*tch know, don't let your b*tch go, n*gga)
b*tch, yeah

[Verse 1: Beannskii]
He can't see me, I'm outside blendin' in the dark
Dog sh*t Militia, we the ones do the barkin'
He tried to slide through and got that b*tch parked
You get bullied 'bout some corns, you a f*ckin' Mark
I swear dude ass a b*tch, he ain't got no heart
I ain't scared, I'll up this b*tch and let it spark
Yeah, I'm the one to get my hands dirty
I told that b*tch keep you safe, got your mama worried
At McDonalds crushin' Percs in my McFlurry
She said her BD on the way, I told the b*tch hurry

[Verse 2: Peeko]
You ain't caught a stain yet? I'm a bit worried
Boy, you know your chain came with a burger and a McFlurry
Real Glocks, ain't no props in
Cuddy hit that boy nine times with a Glock 10
I know that b*tch come from that way, that's why we locked in
Eatin' lambchops and lambchops, know we a
Huh, eatin' lambchops and lambchops, know we got chops in
I ain't made it out the hood, I'm on the block still
I'm okay with my Jamaican, want the ox tail
I just left the wild, now I'm walkin' 'round in Foxtail
b*tch, shake that ass
I can throw it in the club and I'ma, huh
I can throw it in the club 'cause I'ma
b*tch, I can throw it in the club 'cause I'ma make it back
[Verse 3: TillyHome]
b*tch, I can, ayy
b*tch, I can throw it in the club 'cause they gon' call right back
Can't put your trust in hoes, you gon' fall like that
And I don't be playin' 'round, n*ggas get left like that
Like I got cheat codes, just get a money play
Drop ladders, f*ck b*tches, sell the drugs away
Throw the phone away, think I'm bein' bugged
Feds ain't on you, boy, you small time just like your cuz
You get left in pug, n*gga catch a slug
Lame n*gga walkin' 'round askin' stripers for hugs
Ain't tryna spend no money, stay your ass in the crib
n*ggas be b*tches, sayin' sh*t under they breath and sh*t

[Verse 4: MJPAID]
Chains out, pullin' blessings and sh*t
I just hit a n*gga b*tch with no text and sh*t
I ain't have a choice but to accept this sh*t
Soon as he f*cked up, he gon' sell his sh*t
I'm with Thirty scam pape cuttin' up
Am I dumb? I done spent a band on a button-up
Really havin' dog sh*t, ain't no way to trip me up
I just scored off some Wockhardt, told her, "Pucker up"
Goose, I always play duck, duck, goose
Play it crazy then it's f*ck, f*ck you, n*gga
f*ck ten, you ain't even touched two
He like who hit his b*tch? I'm who, n*gga
[Verse 5: Fordio]
Wonderin' how I got the PIN? Bro, the smooth different
I let PAID drive the play, drop an oop, n*gga
In some fashion with fraud sh*t ruthless
I don't gotta tell her sh*t 'cause my tiers Denim
Know they cut with me, it's a [?] vixen
Ain't no Wocky in my cup, but some Trish in it
That's about a hundred [?] if Trizz with me
What I did on the way just a light fifty
f*ck it
Time to shoot a f*ckin' movie if a n*gga touch me
It's some lean in my cup, I ain't [?]
It's a light fifty

[Verse 6: J1Hunnit]
Slap that n*gga with the fin, this n*gga be Mickey
Ridin' 'round with a button on my doohickey
You can keep your girlfriend, bro, I'm too picky
Got on an astronaut boot, this the new Ricky
I got a fentanyl fiend look like Lil di*ky
I used to wanna sign to Wayne just to hit Nicki
Oversized Rude shirt and it can't fit me
It's been a long time since I told bro to come get me
If I was Timmy Turner, then I would've hit Vicky
If mama and them leave the house, we have a lil' quickie
Pourin' red to the neck look like a new hickey
When the police took my gun, I bought a new glizzy
[Verse 7: $weet-T]
[?] 'round me, your own jack in the cell
All I really need is my jack and a scale
All I really want is some meters with a tail
You don't never see no money, out here movin' like a snail
I be stackin' everything, even the slugs
Run up on me, Dutch'll fill you with slugs
I don't wanna hit that b*tch, her crib filled up with bugs
I hope the boys don't hit the block, the crib filled up with drugs
My whole gang masked up just like some Power Rangers
Nev said he love the money, the power and the danger
I'm ridin' with a pistol, I got one in the chamber
I'm ridin' to my play, I got one on Chamers

[Verse 8: Certified Trapper]
b*tch, I'm a boss
I got a b*tch suck the di*k off the balls
No 'za, that's some sauce
I'm takin' W's, n*gga, I don't take a loss
b*tch think I just [?] her on the walls
Cut my phone off, I ain't takin' calls
I'm cut like a saw
n*gga, blrrt, blrrt, walk down, take 'em all
Big di*k why I walk like that
From the Eastside, b*tch, why I talk like that
Sneak diss, gettin' chalked like that
Sell all the dog if that sh*t bite back
Get in the car, n*gga, this my hat
Pull out heat if he try to fight back
Hit him in the head like smack

[Verse 9: BabyTron]
Give his lame ass an eye patch
b*tch clappin' ass, somethin' like a high hat
That's an apple pie every four-five jack
Catch him in that field, I bet he run a four-five flat
Don't mind that
That's just the money counter out here wrestlin' with the racks
He and sheriff dude [?] all the rats
Just like mail, they don't send it without stamps
Better hurry up, b*tch, I'm headed out the trap
I'm headed to the racks, I'm headed to some stacks
We don't measure cut, it's pressure in the pack
Ghetto angels on my shoulder, but the devil on my back
Bro'll beat your ass, it ain't metal that he scrap
Flyin' Hellkitty, send him up to Heaven with the MAC
Brodie out his sh*tticles, he off of Stephen and the Zack
Bully everything, nothin' extra but the bag
But not really, though, ain't tryna wrestle with the cash
It was pape' stuffed in it, tryna wrestle with the stash
Tryna run off late at night, you gon' wrestle with the flash
[?] brodie, he don't wrestle with his mask
Did it so quick, you'd think I'm steppin' in some sand

[Outro: BabyTron]
sh*ttyBoyz, Dog sh*t Militia, long live $cam
THHL sh*t
You hip skip? Ayy, nyah