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Dee4
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dee4
Songwriter
YpWhitez
Songwriter
Lyrics
Tell him, thanks (real life)
I, keep money on this bitch so you know I'm finna rock out
Tell him, man
Tell him
Look, when you hop in this car, you gotta know what to do
One, four plus five, one, three plus two
I just hop in that car (I just hop in that car), hop out and I shoot
**** think I actin', let me throw on my suit
Swap the G-21 for the G-22
Still stuck on the box, can't wait to go through
Law been on my ass, gotta watch how I move
Ain't speakin' on work that I know I ain't do
But a round of applause, the opps so amused
**** say that they actin', what the fuck did you do?
**** say they got heads, who the fuck did you shoot?
Man, I really hit you with that 762
**** talkin' about racks, I can show you a few
Bitch ass, just fat, stop thinkin' you're cute
If it ain't my bitch, you'd be fuckin' her too
I'm a young type ****
I'm a young type **** who draggin' the ass
I don't listen to opps, 'cause them **** be cappin'
Still fuckin' with Watt, down the hole like a rabbit
I'm duckin' the laws, can't run in the sand
I'm trapped out ****, I ain't doin' no scam
My new plug taxin', I'm probably gonna bag him
My **** so stacked, man I don't understand
You want just some rank to go put some work in
Me and LeBro and I'm constantly alertin'
Can't hop in this car if you actin' too nerdy
Dude ass got hit with the Dre, I can merge
I'm back in the trap with the back strap servin'
Hit feet on the lock, jumpin' faces like her
Delighted I live by money and murder
My face got good, better show me respect
I can go anywhere, but I be done just when
I hop in that car on the slime with Vette
Green Sykes on the G21 with the Vette
Lee remember that night we a do that
I be with some killers when I'm out in the west
If I fuck on the first, then I'm on to the next
Bitch askin' for shit, I ain't trickin' for sex
When you talkin' about money, I'm runnin' up racks
**** be cappin', be geekin' for bump
Y'all smack with that glizzy bruh, gave him a lump
Got hit with that 8-piece shit, love him slump
What the fuck is YC dance, and I try to bump
She got a little ass, but I call it a plump
D hittin' that Drake shit sound like a pump
See **** outta jail, they be fuckin' grumps
I ain't speakin' on brain, y'all up out the trunk
T's goin' on shit like you play for the bucks
Shit thinks you're a dick, then get your ass plucked
Lee hittin' that Swiss, so your ass better duck
Don't come down to here with no last chunk
I think that you sweet, I'ma go for the buck
When we came on that rip, it was nowhere to tuck
Couldn't open my shop, uh
Couldn't open my door, 'cause the shit got stopped
If your bitch on the block, then we gettin' drunk
But fuck it, I'm tryin' to catch me a buck
Dukes tellin' me chill, tryin' to blow him out
'Cause the 15 in the clip, I done drop out the dice
I'm callin' my phone, I'm not with the fucks
I was tryin' to just chill, but I'm pressin' that bike
'Cause I hop out, jokin' that shit ain't about nothin'
We're the well-known ones who be touchin' on hot
When you hop in this car, I know what to do
One is four plus five, one is three plus two
I just hop in that car, hop in that car
I just hop in that car, hop out and I shoot
**** think I ain't actin', let me throw in my suit
Swap the G21, for the G22
Still stuck on the box, can't wait to go through
Law's been on my ass, gotta watch how I move
I ain't speakin' on work that I know I ain't do
But around the applause, the opps on mute
**** say that they ask what the fuck did you do?
**** say they got heads, who the fuck did you shoot?
Man, I really hit shit with that 762
**** talkin' about racks, I can show you a few
Bitch, ass just fat, stop thinkin' you're cute
If it ain't my bitch, you'd be fuckin' her too
Solid, man, free all the guys, round all the guys
Man, you know what I mean?
Free little Phil, you know what I mean?
Realize
Written by: Dee4, YpWhitez