4E Blitz

(What the fuck? Lower it, Z)

Why wouldn't it? (Okay)

Got it out the mud, so I'm pourin' Sprite through it (Okay, huh)

Why wouldn't it? (YCOE)

Got it out the mud, so I'm pourin' Sprite through it (Uh, uh)

If you ain't 4E, can't ride with us (On God)

They ain't wanna let a **** fuck back then, they see we goin' up, they proud of us (On God)

Y'all be broke as fuck, ain't got no car, get killed on a MARTA bus

YC the label, you know that we stickin' together, this shit made all of us (Uh)

4E shit, **** already know how the fuck we get

If me and Lil Mon, Lil Rez hop out on your block, just call it the 4E blitz

If he try to steal, we fuck 'round, cut off his hand, you know what the fuck we did

She wanna keep fuckin', she already know I'm the man, hell nah, won't have your kid

Better lock in with Tito, I'm tryna get rich

The lil' ho spoiled, whenever she don't get what she want, she fuck 'round and have her a fit (On God)

They tried to leave us out, they know that we came to take over, this Yung Crew shit

We get to spinnin' your block, we tryna kill all the opps, screamin' Yung Crew business (On God)

Don't try to walk up on me if you ain't no fan, I swear DG not friendly

He heard "Stop Playin," hop out ten milli'

That wasn't me who spinned your block, 'cause if it was, I would admit it

They tryna say DG the one who got him shot, I don't know who did it

We got so many Dracs in the house, but neither one these bitches legit

Thought I told y'all, broke **** make me sick (On God)

Why wouldn't it? (On God)

Got it out the mud, so I'm pourin' Sprite through it (On God)

Why wouldn't it? (YCOE)

Got it out the mud, so I'm pourin' Sprite through it (Uh)

Know 30 my man, pop out with Lil Cap, we pourin' up four in these Sprites

We seen him first, tryna kill on sight, ho gon' get left if she can't get right

I drop a bag and he gone by tonight

Bought too many guns, what the fuck is a fight?

He 'bout action, lil' ho, I might

Better tell 'em get low if I swing that pipe, on God

Fuck too regular, they ain't on shit, them boys don't do nothin' but talk, on God

I send a Cash App right now, get your ass stabbed, you better not go in that pod

If you on that drill, you better not tell on your partner, you better act like you ain't saw it

Four-five hit him and left his bitch ass crippled, you better go talk to the Lord

If you ain't 4E, can't ride with us (On gang)

They ain't wanna let a **** fuck back then, they see we goin' up, they proud of us (On gang)

Y'all be broke as fuck, ain't got no car, get killed on a MARTA bus (On gang)

YC the label, you know that we stickin' together, this shit made all of us

4E shit, **** already know how the fuck we get

If me and Lil Mon, Lil Rez hop out on your block, just call it the 4E blitz

If he try to steal, we fuck 'round, cut off his hand, you know what the fuck we did

She wanna keep fuckin', she already know I'm the man, hell nah, won't have your kid

Better lock in with Tito, I'm tryna get rich