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Ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh (ha, ha) Four by four I'm back on road (hey) I'm back on go Ooh-ooh-ooh (damn) Four by four We back in mode Lil' bitch, we back for more Ooh-ooh-ooh I'm sippin' drugs I ride my motorcycle, make her pussy pop (whoa) I'm back conceited, and they got me feelin' Wock' I snatch them bands up, they thought they had it lock (you ain't have shit, nigga) (Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo) Jump up on it, ride it, got lil' B vibin' (I popped a G5) I break her cup down and this taste is so exotic Drop a big deposit, bitch, I'm your autopilot Ooh-ooh-ooh (ha, ha) Four by four I'm back on road (hey) I'm back on go Ooh-ooh-ooh (damn) Four by four We back in mode Lil' bitch, we back for more Runnin' it, runnin' it, runnin' it up again She get to chew on this dick like it's Doublemint I'm runnin' this shit like a government (whoo) I'm doin' too much Told the bitch, "Sit down," she doin' too much Niggas say they outside, gotta prove it to us Them little bitty Glocks ain't movin' to us Get rollin', nigga, I put ya in a blunt Brr-brr-brr-brr-brr-brr, okay (ha-ha-ha) She know too many rappers, get this bitch up out my face Brr-brr-brr-brr-brr-brr, okay (ha-ha-ha) She be fuckin' broke niggas, bitch ain't got no taste But I got a ho' right now that can fuck me good and pour my drank (eat it up) Her body must be recycled 'cause this bitch ain't got no waist (whoo) The waist good, I'm gon' wife you, you can get that ring today Pass my lean, baby, it's full lime green, baby (yee) Ooh-ooh-ooh (ha, ha) Four by four I'm back on road (hey) I'm back on go Ooh-ooh-ooh (damn) Four by four We back in mode Lil' bitch, we back for more Why these lil' niggas don't like me? Why these lil' niggas don't like me? I pulled up clean in the Harley Then I snatched off 'cause I'm way too cocky I'm fuckin' this, fuckin' this, stained my shirt Oh, damn, it stained my white tee (damn) Thank God my son an Aquemini He was way too close to a Pisces (I pull up in a Maybach truck, in the three hunnid inside, nigga, it's a sight see) If any nigga out here got a problem with the Don I swear to God, nigga, you could fight me I'm fuckin' this, fuckin' this, stained my shirt Oh, damn, it stained my white tee And they playin' with the choppa, I'll cut a motherfucker I'm movin' like a young Pooh Shiesty