4X4 Lyrics
[Part I]
[Intro]
Woo-ooh-ooh
[Chorus]
Woo-ooh-ooh (Ha, ha)
Four by four
I’m back on road (Hey)
I’m back on go
Ooh-ooh-ooh (Damn)
Four by four
We back in mode
Lil’ bitch, we back for more
Woo-ooh-ooh
[Verse 1]
I’m sippin’ drop
I ride my motorcycle, make her pussy pop (Woah)
I’m mad conceited and they got me feelin’ Wock’
I snatch them bands up, they thought they had it lock (You ain’t have shit, nigga)
(Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo)
Jump up on it, ride it, got lil’ B vibin’ (I popped a G5)
I break her cup down and this taste is so exotic
Drop a big deposit, bitch, I’m your autopilot
[Chorus]
Woo-ooh-ooh (Ha, ha)
Four by four
I’m back on road (Hey)
I’m back on go
Ooh-ooh-ooh (Damn)
Four by four
We back in mode
Lil’ bitch, we back for more
[Verse 2]
Runnin’ it, runnin’ it, runnin’ it up again
She get to chew on this dick like it’s Doublemint
I’m runnin’ this shit like a government (Woo, I’m doin’ too much)
Told the bitch sit down, she doin’ too much
Niggas say they outside, gotta prove it to us
Thеm little bitty Glocks ain’t movin’ to us
Get rollin’, nigga, I put ya in a blunt
Brr-brr-brr-brr-brr-brr, okay (Ha-ha-ha)
She know too many rappеrs, get this bitch up out my face
Brr-brr-brr-brr-brr-brr, okay (Ha-ha-ha)
She be fuckin’ broke niggas, bitch ain’t got no taste
But I got a ho right now that can fuck me good and pour my drank (Eat it up)
Her body must be recycled ’cause this bitch ain’t got no waist (Woo)
The waist good, I’m gon wife you, you can get that ring today
Pass my lean, baby, it’s full lime green, baby (Yee)
[Chorus]
Woo-ooh-ooh (Ha, ha)
Four by four
I’m back on road (Hey)
I’m back on go
Ooh-ooh-ooh (Damn)
Four by four
We back in mode
Lil’ bitch, we back for more
[Part II]
[Verse]
Why these lil’ niggas don’t like me?
Why these lil’ niggas don’t like me?
I pulled up clean in the Harley
Then I snatched off ’cause I’m way too cocky
I’m fuckin’ this, fuckin’ this, stained my shirt
Oh, damn, it stained my white tee (Damn)
Thank God my son an Aquemini
He was way too close to a Pisces
(I pull up in a Maybach truck, in the three hunnid inside, nigga it’s a sight see)
If any nigga out here got a problem with the Don
I swear to God, nigga, you could fight me
I’m fuckin’ this, fuckin’ this, stained my shirt
Oh, damn, it stained my white tee
And they playin’ with the choppa, I’ll cut a muhfucker
I’m movin’ like a young Pooh Shiesty