4x4 (feat. Meek Mill)

We in them 4x4s

700, this bitch got go

Real fent' what I put in my dope

I was walkin' that yard on my own

You ain't turnt till you been on that road

How you turnt? Y'all ain't even got phones

New house like 1.4, no keys, everything got codes

Ain't no sucker, but I step for my bitch

Ask around if I let off my blick

He was dissin', so I spun that bitch

Ask the East who run that bitch?

Young Dog right here don't play

My **** gon' go if I can't

Lil' cuz can't roll my pint

That's how he lost his life

Still got Ms on ice

Bitch, I still got Tim's on ice

Bitch the type of **** put rims on strikers

Dugg, where you been at?

I been dodging my third indictment

No more text, we kitin'

Aye, no more calls, we writin'

I ain't got no pole, I'm fightin'

Can't even be me, they bitin'

Heard word on the street she liked him

Couple days later, I fucked her

What else?

Couple days later, it's fuck her

Might send this shit to my bunkie

Big carats on me, they chunky

Black Cherry APs, it's funky

Probably somewhere T'd with the junkies

Tryin' to send my beans to the country

Don't be mad at me, she fuckin'

How you mad at me he fucked her?

How you mad at me we fucked her?

How you mad at me she fuckin'?

Bitch

We in them 4x4s

700, this bitch got go

Real fent' what I put in my dope

I was walkin' that yard on my own

You ain't turnt till you been on that road

How you turnt? Y'all ain't even got phones

New house like 1.4, no keys, everything got codes

Ain't no sucker, but I step for my bitch

Ask around if I let off my blick

He was dissin' so I spun that bitch

Ask the East who run that bitch?

Walked in, Bottega my sneaks

I'll step on ya neck in some cleats

In the hood on the money or something

Plane, New York for the rest of the week

I just left out Dubai with a half on me

For a week I can live like a sheikh

She keep talkin' like she want some cash money

When I fuck her, I'm hittin' delete

Delete that, delete that

Ain't make the viewin' but went to the repass

I sent a shooter, but he couldn't be fast

Switch go brrr since he wanna be bad

Neck go brrr, and my wrist playin' freeze tag

I'm in Skyami where I wanna to be at

I'm back outside, it's like I was in rehab

If I don't post it, my haters won't be mad

If I don't post it, my haters won't be mad, whoa

Is it the 'Gram that's hurtin' your heart?

Lil' shawty a work of art for real

Say that she wanted to swim with the sharks

I'm takin' her straight to St. Barts, for real

Say that she leavin' her **** tomorrow

I told her that really ain't smart, trippin'

I got a date with a rich ho tomorrow

And she tryna to rip me apart

We in them 4x4s

700, this bitch got go

Real fent' what I put in my dope

I was walkin' that yard on my own

You ain't turnt till you been on that road

How you turnt? Y'all ain't even got phones

New house like 1.4, no keys, everything got codes

Ain't no sucker but I step for my bitch

Ask around if I let off my blick

He was dissing so I spun that bitch

Ask the East who run that bitch