Song parody of
404 (What It Do) [feat. DwnUpDwn, Mr. Lkk, Dana Cee, Nava, Hkitw & P-Tree]
by Art Club
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We got the 404, show em what it do
Ten years in it really married to the lyrics
Carry double digit amount of albums just to trouble pals to hear it
Spirited away, all my feelings in a safe and it's
Ill, they're calling out "ill!", like they're missing paychecks
And HK tryna eat way more than Lays, Chex, homemade bread
Still in a way, fuckin' killin' it today, and it's
Real, they're calling it real, like the next GTA
Fuck a type beat, we slay
Future's where i be, not the slimy way
Try me, bae, i'm a fly on your face
‘Cause fuck a wall, facebook just lies anyway
I cop a bluntsmith the name of Nao then A
We tryna stay at a palace, while my pals practice front smiths
I'll make it all better for you
We got the 404, show em what it do
Aye, it’s P-Tree dot mp3, LLC
With no limits tho so more like LC
You take L’s and seats
While I smoke L’s, Three at a time
You smoking dimes weekly
Weak speaking emcees locked out
But the keys stuck to me
Fuck a T-break
I breathe, puff and repeat
You tough as cheesecake
Get deleted with the heat
I spit easily
'Cause I’m a keepsake
You disintegrate like pitas ate
Peter’s great, he’s got a leader's fate
Drinking liters of liquor
But fuck the P’s and purple drank
I’m climbing verbal ranks
You moving like a turtle
While I skate by
42 Minute commercial break
Gonna put em in the hearse today
They wanna hurt me In the worst of ways
I'll make it all better for you
We got the 404, show em what it do
We got the 404, show em what it do
Ten years in it really married to the lyrics
Carry double digit amount of albums just to trouble pals to hear it
Spirited away, all my feelings in a safe and it's
Ill, they're calling out "ill!", like they're missing paychecks
And HK tryna eat way more than Lays, Chex, homemade bread
Still in a way, fuckin' killin' it today, and it's
Real, they're calling it real, like the next GTA
Fuck a type beat, we slay
Future's where i be, not the slimy way
Try me, bae, i'm a fly on your face
‘Cause fuck a wall, facebook just lies anyway
I cop a bluntsmith the name of Nao then A
We tryna stay at a palace, while my pals practice front smiths
I'll make it all better for you
We got the 404, show em what it do
Aye, it’s P-Tree dot mp3, LLC
With no limits tho so more like LC
You take L’s and seats
While I smoke L’s, Three at a time
You smoking dimes weekly
Weak speaking emcees locked out
But the keys stuck to me
Fuck a T-break
I breathe, puff and repeat
You tough as cheesecake
Get deleted with the heat
I spit easily
'Cause I’m a keepsake
You disintegrate like pitas ate
Peter’s great, he’s got a leader's fate
Drinking liters of liquor
But fuck the P’s and purple drank
I’m climbing verbal ranks
You moving like a turtle
While I skate by
42 Minute commercial break
Gonna put em in the hearse today
They wanna hurt me In the worst of ways
I'll make it all better for you
We got the 404, show em what it do
