4 Talk (feat. 4k)

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Loving you is wrong
I don't want to be right
When loving you is wrong
I don't want to be right
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I got a chop and a stick in the Maybach
Nigga run up and you know we're going to spray that
Go talk to God boy you know I don't play that
Fucking these bitches I ain't using no latex
Niggas talking down but you know I don't say shit
I got a stick in the booth it can go that way
I don't even got a game so you know I don't play
But I'll shoot a nigga up like I'm playing 2k
Or like I live in the bay
Catch a nigga lacking we gone shoot him in his face
And leave him in the streets they gone find him broad day
And you better ask my momma because her son don't play
Every time you ask they gone say 4k
Because I'm really about that life and nigga this your last day
And if we catch you in the streets then boy you better pray
Because we're riding four deep and we all got a K
Yeah!
Damn
Yeah!
Damn
Had to catch my breath, you know I'm getting high
You know 4k in the booth getting fly
Praying for my opps because they all got to die
Not beefing with a nigga we be making mommas cry
And I'm running to a bag
And I'm getting too fly
And these bitches on my dick and she suck it 'til I'm dry
And we hopping out of cars like the Fourth of July
Yeah!
Damn
Yeah!
Yuh
This part two
Slide the stick to Kickz
Because you know we gone shoot
I ain't throwing no diss that's like giving niggas clues
And we wet them niggas up yeah we give the opps the blues
Every time we see them niggas
Then you know they made the news
This a thirty round drum
And it blow like a flute
Nigga I'm gonna do me
Nigga you gonna do you
Yeah!
I got a stick and it's tucked in the booth
Run up on gang and that .40 gone shoot
I don't keep a end, I be cutting em loose
They say I get vile when I'm loose off the juice
Know some hoes out the way that want lay with the gang
They want diamonds and chains
They be moving insane
Ain't no love for no hoe that be running the streets
Bitch won't get shit from me
Ain't no love for a treesh
I got money on me when I'm sliding on bitches
They say I'm old school keep that shit in my britches
It be pockets to watching like talkin to snitches
4M to the P we got glock with the switches
Know some niggas told me pay attention
In my mentions
Everything I say is written
But I be spitting
Couple niggas crossed out
Choppa ain't a Christian
Reaper just touched down
So right now we winning
Niggas really calling me the don
Head of the team like my name was Lebron
4MP hit a seven zero run
I be running with the fives but me and you could run the ones
Back to back dubs I just copped a new whip
Roll on twenty two's, put a sub in this bitch
Change out the thirties get that five percent
Then I get a turbo and get loose in this shit
Yeh
Know these niggas hate me
I'm the ruler of the murder like I'm Hades
I'm Escobar with the work in the eighties
I seen them try but they could never come replace me
Know the gang gone have that fye they on standby
They get the call they on the way another nigga died
Just like a terrorist we leave a nigga hogtied
Blow off his top n hit the bank while his momma cry
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