This 4L lyrics

[Intro]
(cranes, hahaha)

[Verse 1: Backend & xaviersobased]
Brodie got the trap boomin', f*ck the law, boy
I got sauce, I got sauce, I got sauce, boy
Gettin' high, bad b*tch, we finna fly, bet (bet)
Fly, fly like a f*ckin' jet
n*ggas tryna die bet, pull up with that iron
(Oh) Know a couple grimey n*ggas In the f*ckin' projects
I can't trust no f*cking hoe, I can't trust no bop
Every time I leave the crib, I gotta keep on eyes
And this life I'm f*ckin livin', This sh*t could get wacked
And this life I'm f*ckin livin', This sh*t could get wacked
I can't trust no f*cking (What) hoe, I can't trust nobody (What)
She said that this (What) sh*t forever, And she f*ckin lied (What)
Spark a blunt of Madbudz (What)
I'm so f*cking high

[Verse 2: xaviersobased]
I'm so f*cking high, fell like I'm finna die
Why this b*tch tryna call my phone, b*tch, I'm stupid high
Yeah, she ain't even call me in weeks, I thought this b*tch died
Yeah, that boy pull up on me and then he f*ckin' died
I feel like n*ggas, they been sleep my whole f*ckin' life
b*tch, I'm in the streets and I'm like aye
b*tch, I'm in the streets and I'm lookin' fly
Aye, yeah, we take his b*tch and then we f*ck his wife
Aye, seven-six-two's, yeah, f*ck up a n*gga life
I don't trust this n*ggas they'll detry
Walkin' 'round the strip club asking stripper b*tches, “what's the price?”
Stop asking me for features, you can't pay the price
And they don't believe in me, like, n*gga who am I?
Yeah, I thought I told you that I had the f*cking iron
Seven-six-two's, send a n*gga to the sky
Talking bout' me and you playin' with your life
Catch me in the library playin' with a knife
Poke a n*gga in the f*cking eye
Aye, f*ckin' on this shawty, I guess she aight
[Verse 3: idkcap]
When I put it in the pus*y, she talk to me nice (Talk to me nice)
She like “cap you got hoes, I'm tryna be for life” (Tryna be for life)
I'm like, b*tch, get the f*ck on you can't be for life (Woah)
They see me getting to the pie, yeah, they want a slice (Yeah, sh*t gettin' told)
On the plane, f*ck some wheels, I'm gon' f*ckin glide (Gone)
She tryna' eat the d—, huh (She tryna' eat the di*k up)
Hol' on, bad b*tch eat the di*k up, like a f*ckin' fry (Bad b*tch eat the di*k up)
(Uh) In the stu' with mike and I'm f*cking fried (Stick up)
I'm talking sh*t up on the mic, I'm with the f*ckin' god (Stick up)
I'm in this b*tch with all 4s and we f*ckin' high (Stick up)
(Uh) 1c on the side, (Yeah) n*gga play he gon' f*cking die (Yeah)
(Uh) n*gga play he gon' f*cking die
This b*tch wan't be my b*tch, damn baby, you gon' ride