[Chorus]
I'm riding down the 4th with a gun on my hip
So high you can't see me, all the smoke in my whip
That's on god, bout to stumble I can't walk in this b*tch
Oh god, I'm so f*cked up I can't walk in this b*tch
[Verse 1]
I keep on popping percocets, I think I f*cked my liver
Some n*ggas paid me for some verses, but I never sent em
These n*ggas asking for favors and I never listen
I'm trying to make a lot of money saving for my children
A million dollars in my bank account now that's fulfilling
They in their feelings, n*ggas mad cause I don't feel em'
Well f*ck your feelings b*tch I'm trying to drop my roof no ceilin'
My n*ggas barking off the leash, they off the roof to [?]
These n*ggas popping on twitter but be so defenseless
My n*ggas catch you in the trenches, we gone spilt your wig and
My n*ggas pull up with the semi aim it at your children
Don't give a f*ck about your grandma n*gga deal wit it
[Chorus]
I'm riding down the 4th with a gun on my hip
So high you can't see me, all the smoke in my whip
That's on god, bout to stumble I can't walk in this b*tch
Oh god, I'm so f*cked up I can't walk in this b*tch
[Chorus]
I'm riding down the 4th with a gun on my hip
So high you can't see me, all the smoke in my whip
That's on god, bout to stumble I can't walk in this b*tch
On god, I'm so f*cked up I can't walk in this b*tch
[Outro]
Aight, let me hear that back
420 Tiesto!