4 O’Clock lyrics

[Intro]
(Hey turn me up in the headphones 6ix)
(Go, [?])
(This sh*t too easy like, doing the hook and then came back)
(Ight, ight)
(Ight) (Huncho)
Hey Tall (Hey Tall Wall)
(Hey let me hear my tape bro)
(Hey free Reapa free SD n*gga free Giz, go)
Go
(Man, free Brisco n*gga) (This-this-this is Petro Gang)
(Hey Tall Wall)

[Verse]
n*ggas say we clicking up, nah, yeah these n*ggas tricked (You got it wrong, uh)
Yeah we losing men and taking n*ggas, n*gga we coming different
If your hood try to f*ck with us they ain't on nothing we bag 'em for business
Stacking up this paper feel like Rod Wave n*gga I'm road to riches
I'm in something [?] and I'm going to go jack him
n*gga look like hе got diamonds stuck to his wrist I'm screaming "I got him"
I'm beefing with some n*ggas shop at Last Stop or they go in [?]
I'm catching thеm bags and I'm catching them flights and I'm getting it back, I feel like a pilot
I go up the Wood I'm [?] n*gga I'm boot loving with [?]
You know how I'm coming this murder for hire
I get out the car I was bumping that Drac' and he fell on the floor and I watched him collapse
I was spinning their rip 'fore I get on the track
And I'm spinning up top and I'm doubling back
n*ggas know 'bout Tall I tie up these B22s up sending them shots (Hey Tall Wall)
Glock 23C right on my hip and I spin with that Drac' and them n*ggas tryna duck
Give a f*ck with the Hill, n*gga we spinning that b*tch we screaming out "f*ck"
Get drunk with them b*tches them bottles for free
2Active he back and I'm screaming "free Reapa"
One thing 'bout them opps, n*gga they're hot, they don't wanna free SD
Might smoke a capone might drink a little Don but n*gga don't get it twisted (Huncho)
n*gga I don't need no Section 8, 'bout to hop in that car a n*gga going fish
Catch us a main one his ass gon' get it
You speaking on Whites you get put on a pendant
n*gga might hop in the TRX or a Scat, Bris' go motherf*cking Infiniti
n*gga still got jail weight n*gga I get your b*tch on bro I'ma trash her (Hey Tall Wall)
n*gga I done f*cked up her wig, n*gga my sheets came off I knocked off her lashes
And free all of the members they don't f*ck with [?]
I don't f*ck with them [?] I f*ck with [?] gun, n*gga you gone keep it a hundred
Trying to catch me a bid, I still miss him
My gun go phew I don't f*ck with no semi (Huncho)
Tell 'em "free lil' Rackz 'til he get back with it"
[?] 60 ball on that motherf*cking [?]
Should've jumped that fence and I'm mad I ain't hit him
That 60 was rolling that b*tch ain't jamming
And I'm working this b*tch as long as I got hands
Pizzaface go in [?], or he hitting Last Stop when he need him some pants
When you trolling the men and you can't go home
I could change my ways my mind still gone (Mind still gone)
n*ggas ain't Chihuahuas n*gga we don't aim for no ankles we aim for the dome (Man, we aim for domes)
You can call me Nick Cannon I'm working the stick when I spin
n*gga I don't do no attempts
Try to lock in with 37th and them Foxes, n*gga you gotta go bend (Huncho)
[Outro]
(Hey Tall Wall)
(Hey)
Ight