4 For 4
Lyrics
Look pull up to chevy on some litt shit
You talking a way but missed it
And I'm always in some lit shit
Big bread biscuits
Scanning it's reading
Load it up I'm feening
Swipe down we in Neimans
I got the drip sauce
She all on my body she licking it off
She off a perk she really want more
She ain't gon stop
She sucking it off
Dripping the fit that's Christian Dior
I'm on the court I'm playing that ball
I stand on my toes
I swear I won't fall
Y'all niggas is hating
I'm taking it all
Ball Orlando we the magic
No smoke you asthmatic
Get money fuck attachments
Velly with me he keep a ratchet
Separate the real from the fake
You ain't my bitch you fuck with snakes
Watch the company you keep man
These people be really fake
Buss down Rollie ain't fake
Chop the grams work on the plate
Really don't know how to hate
Get money motivate
Writer(s): Johnathan Samuels, Khaori Wright, Khori Wright, Rashene Thigpen
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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