Four Minutes of Hell, Pt. 4

歌詞

Y'all know what the fuck this is Y'all know exactly what this is My lil cousin in the county fighting quadruple bodies But when he beat it, we in Egypt, need a newer hobby He beat his robbery, went back faster than a Maserati Everybody in the race, I'm tryna cop Bugatti's Lost my Sky Dweller, yeah, but ain't nobody rob me We'll come shoot up the party, ain't no Lodi Dodi I got niggas calling my phone from the federales Told me niggas breaking bad, ain't sent him 20 dollars I remember breaking bread with like 20 heads Imagine me behind the walls for like 20 years Feeling like I'm dead, I couldn't even make my bed I ain't have no spread Project still 10 toes bitch and only got 1 leg Niggas only had 1 life to live, never got no bread Can't think back on his decisions now he ain't got no head Niggas don't really be clapping that lead Yeah, really be scared My niggas gon' hop out killing instead Make sure you cover them dreads You in the streets better cover your tracks You can't talk to that hoe when you going to bed Wonder how you end up shot in the back Same way she was for you, that hoe going again Next thing you know that hoe going again Yeah gone with the wind Bitches don't know when I'm calling again Next week I'm all in her friends .40 Glock all in my drawers again To walk through the mall again I made 50 songs, had to ball again Bitch go leak 'em all again I'm making songs like Future, I got a future And I be up with the roosters Fuck niggas really be losers, really be using That's why I'm dolo as usual And that's why I tote my own pole with the shooters I can't be in this shit snoozing If a nigga ain't shooting he ducking or running And I can't be in this shit choosing I remember I used to just play with a 100 Then graduated to 2's I remember I used to just bag up them onions Then graduated to moving And really my life is a movie Real diamonds and gold in my jewerly If you think you gon' make it, nigga come take it It do not matter, got Uzi's Told my Jeweler to make it, 80 point bracelet Now ain't no wonder she naked Told lil bro to get closer to knock off his face 'Cause we don't get niggas mistaken Yeah we fry niggas like bacon We find niggas like Taken I'm from 0-7-9 I'm dropping 5's And I'm still slamming the rake's Still grippin four nickels and S 550's This what ima slide on the jakes in They can't catch me 'cause them squad cars basic Me and foenem up in our cars racing Ain't no pulling over, so we in hot cars daily And we ain't instagraming shit, ain't no HaHa Davis I got the gun with the light and the laser I live my life and the light is amazing I used to lean on a lot of the lazy I would just lay back literally lettin her lick me She did it long like my lady I think her name was Lindsey, Lala, Lisa, Laura I'll get with her later But I know I'm gon get this to this paper Yeah I gotta get to the guap If I don't ima get on a caper Soon as I used to get on the block Police tryna give a nigga the vapor Why they thinkin' I'm gettin' niggas knocked off I'm somewhere way out here in Jamaica Now I'm gettin' a nigga knocked right off the map 'Cause my paper major Everyday of my life I talk to Cap He said don't go to no major So I ain't go to no major Still get major paper Ain't got no events, we hit a 100 bands I been fucking hoes that had another man See 2 50's on the weekend, that was running in We still counting rolls, traveling for shows 30 in bulk, 20 and 30 a show Ain't' fucking no dirty hoes No I ain't broke no more My mama don't live in the hood no more I ain't in the hood no more I barely pop out in the hood no more And it ain't even worth it no more Nah I ain't working no more I ain't tryna blow 30s no more You can't see me in person no more I ain't just Lil Herbie no more Yeah, I ain't just Lil Herbie no more A lot of shit ain't worth it no more Can't see me in person no more Nah I ain't working no more Them lil disses ain't working no more You lil niggas ain't worth it no more G Herbo, back on my old shit man You know I'm still on some new shit You know I'm bossed up, embracing all my power But I'm back on my old shit man, I don't give a fuck Bout none of that shit niggas talkin' bout We still on gangsta shit, we still seeing niggas In public, in the club, smacking the shit out niggas Hittin' niggas with bottles, pistol-whipping niggas All that gangsta shit, with all this ice on All these VV's on, Rollies on, all that nigga We got 30's on us, Glocks, FN's, all that shit, you know Still dropping 4 Minutes Of Hell on you fuck niggas This part 5 right here, in case you didn't know You know what I'm saying, free all my niggas R.I.P. my niggas man, I'm in the studio right now Got my big bro in here, Sizzle, with me, top in here You know, brazy, Big B's, you know, G-Squeak In this bitch, uh huh... for real, and we got more guns Than us... for real, for real, for real, for real, for real... Them bitches ain't never touching Instagram Nothin', none of that, never seeing Instagram Snapchat, none of that silly ass shit you niggas Doing, 'cause we out here for real (bitch)...