Lyrics:
still whipping that coup
Couple birds stuffed in that trunk let's chop them wings and sell em by noon
I done jumped off in that bando
I done popped off
I'm scheming,
Vybes focused I'm creepin,
Got my mind gone when the time zonin,
No by gones when I'm beamin,
I got 4 of my dawgs in the back wit a rack,
this)
Cuz I Got That On Me (i keep it on me. i really do)
U Done Boi (Joe Mama Always Trippin)
[Verse 1]
U Know They Me Mama Wit An T Out Here (trunks
the block
Gotta roll this bucket, 'cause my Benz is in the shop
My hooptie - my hooptie
Four door nightmare, trunk locks' stuck
Big dice on the mirror,
Mary Anne and Wanda were the best of friends
All through their high school days
Both members of the 4H club, both active in the FFA
After
day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black.
One day I devised
downtown, the DTs found out
EMTs countdown ‘til u licked clean by chow hounds
Pussy on a platter, you're society’s Siamese
Your body’s a crime scene, I seen
maintain
Can't take the blame for what you can't change
Look I'm down like four flat tires
I fulfill all your desires
They hating but they admire
Cause
goin ayeee
Say it loud enough that they wont eva 4get yo name
My fist forte, it's brick or clay I rip through pages, this poor paper
They all for
The reckoning has come and gone, the demons have invaded
The gates of Hell have heralded our doom
Two hundred million horsemen commanded by the Four
them George Washington, them Lincoln, Hamilton, Jefferson,
Grant, Ben Franklins
find your ass in the trunk with your motherfuck corpse stankin,
weather man 'cause it might rain
Keep my windshield wipers prepared 'cause y'all threw so much shade
And I got jacket in trunk, but that's in the front
I
really hot
I'm swanging four's and thinking thoed, banging hoes and changing clothes
Smoking dro and doing shows, paper stack can never fold
I bought
that's like four chains
Boss shit, I fucked yo' baby mama in a Mulsanne (skrrt-skrrt)
Fashionably, fashion week, you should peep my shoe game
While you still sittin' in spots, ditchin' the cops
I'm in the Porsche Box with Fox, glistenin' watch
War steel gray, Lexus, GS-4
Desert Eagle metal
I was rollin' through the hood one day
Thought shit den calmed down,
"Gang-bangin'" den played out by the years since I den been around
Ain't talked
king of the ring (4x)
I'm ready for a match with the Russian Bear
Gonna pile drive him, pull his hair
I might have a foreign object in my trunks
I
eatin', bet you mad cuz we decent
Chop your body in pieces, leave you in bags by the precinct
Nigga we a regime, Byrdgang we the truth
Even four in Sedan,
back and recline, trunk-trunk open wide
Woofer-woofer beat'cha dome, it's a-it's about to go
Chrys'a-Chrys' about to po'
You know we-know we got the g's
the world, I was on the front raw
Run DMC show me what I wanna be
I got kicked up studio by Kool Moe Dee
The coat cross four in the tretch terrastry [?]
Give
hot
You talkin' like you tryin' to
Get a nigga knocked
What time is it? man, it's fuckin' 4 O'clock
I shouldn't sell you shit, but Son
Meet me
Motherfucker, we will fuck ya
Spray your coupe and leave smoke
In it like Chris Tucker
I’m no gimmick, we smell out the timid
We lift something out the trunk that
Strange music ain’t nobody can touch us,One shot to the head nigga you touched up
Niggas got it all mixed up Rob Rebeck,Now they all tied up by the sea
[Chorus]
Hit the parking lot by the club juss swervin
Hit the hit the parking lot by the club juss swervin'
Hit the hit the parking lot by
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