Correction Lyrics numbuh four (Remix) by Slump6s

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(FINLINCE! on the beat)
Uh, uh, gang, b*t*h
Uh, uh, gang, b*t*h
Uh, uh, gang, b*t*h
Gang, b*t*h, taah

I walk in your crib like I'm number four (Four)
I'm takin' your sh*t like I'm number four (Number four)
All white shoes like I'm number four (Four)
Blonde haired n***a, like number four (Four)

Big a** chain like I'm from the O (Uh-huh)
Your b*t*h is a thot, she givin' out throat (On God)
Spent five bands on a Moncler coat (Okay)
These baggy a** jeans like I'm number four (Four)
I'm a mad a** n***a, like I'm number four (Four)
I'm a bad a** n***a, like I'm number four (Four)
I got the cup, pour it up slow (Slow)
And I'm with the gang, Kids Next Door (On God)
And I'm with the gang like I'm on a show (Okay)
If I do a hit, number one, blow (On God)
And we killin' your a**, number two, joke (On God)
We got number threes, number four, choke (Ew)
And I be with my n***as, like number five (Huh)
If you talk on the gang, ten of y'all die
We up on a mission, my mom was like, "Why?"
We takin' your sh*t, go ahead and cry (Cry)
I walk in your crib like I'm number four (Uh-huh)
I'm takin' your sh*t like I'm number four (Four)
All white shoes like I'm number four (Like number four)
Blonde haired n***a, like number four
I walk in your crib like I'm number four
I'm takin' your sh*t like I'm number four
All white shoes like I'm number four
Blonde haired n***a, like number four

(Brr)
I do not care (No, huh)
Look at my left hand, strap in the air (Huh)
I do not know, like, where would I go? (Huh, huh)
I'm with the gang, I ain't talkin' 'bout 4 (Huh, huh)
I'm a real slime, I ain't talkin' CEO
He want a feat, he gon' pay the fee though
Indian plug in a f**kin' tree though
Mexican plug and he got a kilo (Yeah)
B*t*h, I'm the dog, I don't got a tick
Right, left, I step in some Ricks (Ew)
Slide and he finna die (Die)
Keep the .9 on my side (Yeah)
I ain't even gotta lie
Heard your song and I died
I'm in the sky like a kite
That n***a broke, he got hit with a bike
N***a got hit with a trike
4ersona too good and they don't like
.556 going to his stomach
I get the ball, I'ma punt it
Walk in the trap with a Moncler coat and some luggage
Like you ain't a man no more
I'm too high, can't land no more
Watch how I shoot, bucket, score
I got a shooter, can't be on the go
I put Slump on his head, 'cause he talk on the low
I need a tissue, 'cause a n***a sick
Shout-out the 4, b*t*h, I'm number 6
You throwin' some fours, call that sh*t a fit
N***a, I'm with the 4's, posted on the fifth
You wanna go? Let's get it
Soon as I back out the pole, he sh*tted
I told my soldiers to go, they did it
That n***a ready to rat, "He did it!"
Told her that I like it bald like alopecia
I play the ho like some keys, no Alicia
Big fat-a** chop and it's ready to eat you
Big fat-a** pockets, I ain't sellin' features
It's crazy, I know two n***as named Fazo
One got a choppa and one got a K, though
I send a pack overseas like I'm Kato
Chop got a scope, now it's really like FaZe, ho
Said he got money, he ain't gettin' paid though
Said that's your b*t*h, n***a, that ain't your bae though
Your ho with me, n***a, where did your bae go?
We put a hole in his body, bagel
Everything 'bout that n***a is cap, fable
Gravity makin' him fall, Mabel
B*t*h, I be sippin' on syrup, maple
Think she a wife, she a leg, table
I run in your crib like I'm number six
I can't walk out the house without grabbin' my blick
Four plus five, b*t*h, that equals nine
So you get a .9 to your ligament
Ugh, b*t*h you need a mint
My n***as shootin' that sh*t like Nick
We finna catch that lil' boy, no miss
Ten hoes in the party, that's four plus six, b*t*h
Ahh, Che on the beat (Ahh)
Can someone tell me why we screamin'?
That ho, she p*ssed off, left her with semen
I give no f**ks though, b*t*h, I'm a demon
I got two white plugs, Louie and Leland
I got a white ho, came with some seasons
I'll shoot a n***a, like, what was the reason?
He throwin' up C's, now the f**k n***a bleedin'
He got shot in his chest, Angelino
What the f**k goin' on with the muhf**kin' beat, ho?
B*t*h, I'm Romani, I stay with the freak hoes
Told the f**k n***a, "Give me that sh*t 'cause I need those"
N***a got locked in the pound, I ain't talkin' 'bout Kilo
N***as get bagged like a chip, whole Dorito
Ho schizophrenic, she feelin' like Rino
These n***as be monkey, go swing from a tree, though
And this shooter like Taliban, b*t*h, f**k Vlo
You ain't gettin' no props f**kin' internet treesh ho
Hold on, I'm tired, b*t*h, I need a nap
I got your ho with her face on my lap
You ain't no trap n***a, ho, you be cap
Man, I dare a trap n***a to walk in my trap
Now that f**k n***a missin', he vanished (Poof-poof)
Bulletproof vest, he got left with some damage
I'ma cut a n***a off, like, like "Get him a bandage"
I be throwin' up 4 while a lil' n***a dancin', b*t*h

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