Fuck a nigga, 4X
It's 4X, free Glo (Hey, Milan, that's a hit)
Fuck a nigga, rich youngin'
Fuck, rich, uh
I used to sleep on the floor (No cap)
Now it's Balencis and Christian Diors
I walk in with cash and make 'em shut down the store (Racks)
Have cancer with us and they won't find a cure (Nope)
Ho, we having rods galore, uh, I went from the block to tour (Yeah)
The opps know not to play with me and say, "It's up"
No talking, we up the score, uh (Fuck)
I get a ho moist (Bitch), they listen up when they hear my voice, uh
I jumped in my bag, I ain't have no choice
AMG Benz, a jag, I can buy a Royce (Uh, uh, uh)
That lil' nigga dope, I ain't on that boy
He play tough, I put a bag on that boy (Come here)
Lil' bro pull up like he Brandon Roy
These niggas Tekashi and Soulja Boy (Get him out of here)
We buy that, buy that like Master P (Uh)
Hope you got a rider that could step to me (Uh)
That lil' nigga pussy, Stephanie (Pussy)
Hope you got a bag, you wanna wreck with me? (Uh)
My manager bringing that check to me (Cash)
I see new rap money every week (Yeah)
Ho, I 'on't wanna cuff, you stressin' me (Ho)
Don dada, he dissed me, bring his head to me
Your bitch a nat, she give neck to me (Nat, nat)
I cook a nigga with no recipe (Ha)
Police took so many guns from me (Uh), and I still got a whole lot of guns with me (Brat)
It's red rumors if he fuck with me (Murder)
It's time to cash, I got them lumps on me
Big 4, my lil' niggas gon' up for me (4X)
Nigga know we with all that fuckery (Uh)
We play tit for tat, we don't beef, we get rid of that
He only blow smoke on the Internet (Huh?)
Then call the cops, these niggas scaredy-cats (Pussy)
All that IG wolfin', quit that (Uh)
Nigga slang that fire if you with that (Nigga slang that iron)
I ain't finna do no chit-chat (No)
With a ho, she drop head, I sit back (Thot)
It's Big 4X, the rawest young nigga alive (4X), can you dig it? (Uh)
I knew I was worth a ticket
Make him move out the spot like he got evicted (Lil' nigga)
I make her show me that kitty, I'm smooth on a ho like Pretty Ricky (Ooh)
I'm doping her, Bobby and Whitney
I'm having money, respect, I got power like 50
Which rod I wanna tote? (Huh?)
I 'on't know, I'm picky (Uh)
Glock XD, no Disney (Glock)
Air up these hoes' titties (Brrt, brrt)
They make me feel important (Yeah)
We don't rap beef, he get extorted (Nope)
We spin a Wheel of Fortune
Catch an opp, he gettin' tortured (Pussy)
Uh, it's 4X (Uh)
Yeah, I signed (Yeah)
I still, uh, slide (Uh-huh)
Come hit your block with fire (Fah, fah)
No nine-to-five, nigga, I'm the rap game Lebron (Yeah)
And I'm never hard to find
Nigga say he lookin' for me, he lyin'
Ha, bitch
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