4=for lyrics

Yeah, for everything, for everyone, for my catalog, for my n*ggas
4x4 truck pull up and air this bih out, 4x4 yeah black and black
Tinted windows ride like the mafia, gmc, big tires and big guns look like the cartel, n*ggas with ski maskes they do business, I pulled up in they dump, knocked on the door they scared, found them bout to make them go missing, they acting tuff they need a oscar, them bois don't know, shi
I really do hate n*ggas kill them we claim like tripple k
White ghosts they scare no rascit shi, I love fast cars speeding getting no ticket, if I do then fine I pay the fine
Motor sound like demons, I love my demons, no satan, stay close to god, on for music, four tracks, four in b4 catalog
Used to be broke, now am up, I love music, blast it like sum bmg, yeah I love films I go to amc. I love reading, might go buy a playboy mag
I nut on a bih, I go nuts on a hoe, yeah, if she playing with me then she going six feet down, yeah she going to hell, yeah, like a file I add, and then I delete that hoe no evedince, I ain't know that women, so don't investigate me, don't integrate me
Drinking tea, like a old man. grape juice got me floating and sleepy, she sit on my lap like a dog, yeah when we go home she give me that kitty cat
I give her some shots, which one, like gymnastics we made him flip and shi, she a good dancer I need her, she got long hair I pull it, I ain't no pimp but I might as well be, finna get a ring