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Letra : FOURTH GEAR CYPHER
What?
Grrt, what?
Yeah, ready
Yeah (Highspeed)
What? Huh
Ayy, woah (Slayer)
Shut up, n***a, we finna be up there
Bye-bye, n***a, you finna be on there (Fye, fye)
N***a, you finna be done there
Chopper volcano, it's finna erupt there
Why n***as actin' so fruity?
I'm bringin' a whole lotta red, not tomato (Yeah)
Walk in that b*t*h like a menace
I'm losin' my mind, man, I'm feelin' like Faygo (Yeah)
I’m taking over, goin' over everythin'
They not gon' stand in my way
My n***as [?]
Walkin' with a beam, I feel like Kamehameha
It don't matter, sippin' on the Wocky, Wocky
I'm makin' some sh*t like Rockstar Made
And you finna get rolled like Rocky
We the best with it (What?)
We the best with it (Yeah)
We the best with it (What?)
We the best with it (Yeah)
Runnin' the track like it's click-clack, uh
You are not gettin' that b*t*h back
I'm finna pa** my biggest song
But you know there will still be a mix-match
Movin' [?], but I'm not gettin' up (Yeah)
Walk with that b*t*h 'cause I wet it up
You know my show never regular
Tell my why the f**k you think I'ma make it up?
Sun is shinin' on my wrist, finna bake it up
Got some water on my sh*t, finna lake it up
Don't even matter because my shorty like Selena
You know that the Glock finna shake it up
Yeah, woah, yeah, yeah
Never too much (Yeah)
Never too much (Woah)
Never too much (What?)
Never too much
B*t*h, I'm on top of my sh*t
B*t*h, I'm on top of my sh*t
I don't know why these n***as be talkin' on me
But I'm rockin' Gucci with the fit
And I'm uppin' that fire, b*t*h, I'm uppin' that
I'm in Off-White and she lovin' that
I hit her once, I ain't callin' back
Diamonds on me and they shine like the sun
Goin' straight to the top, b*t*h, I need number one
I—I hit an opp with the blicky
Yes, I got the sticky, don't call it a gun
Ten tryna pin me, I go on the run
They tryna talk at all, not tryna talk at all
I hit the gas and it f**k up my lungs
Man, what you talkin' 'bout? What he talkin' about?
He play with gang and that n***a is done
I said the beat is so magical, I feel like Bandicoot
These n***as really ain’t none
"How much you spend?" Like a band or two
I'm in a Bentley coupe, never worry about my funds
She ate my d**k like an edible, she say I'm edible
I ball hard just like the Sun
Play with the gang and I'm [?] you
B*t*h, I went up and now these b*t*hes just like to suck
Woah, Yankee with no brim
Yeah (Bop)
She wanna watch how I get all the bands
I'm gon' spaz out, yeah, bring the racks out, yeah
I know she a ho, I said I'll blow her back out, yeah (Skkrt)
If you be talkin' right up on the 'Gram, are you bringin' the mags out? Yeah
She wanna watch how I get all the bands
I'm gon' spaz out, yeah, bring the racks out, yeah
I know she a ho, I said I'll blow her back out, yeah (Skkrt)
If you be talkin' right up on the 'Gram, are you bringin' the mags out? Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And you know I rock hard, that's how I'm comin'
I feel like Manson, don't give a sh*t (Yeah)
Go through your b*t*h like a runway
She like them diamonds that dance on my wrist
I know what I'm gonna be someday
Can't hit me up 'cause I be in the mix (Your b*t*h all—)
Your b*t*h all up on me, yes, she been hands on
I feel like Elon, you see me blast off
That money ain't green, no, it's blue in my Phantom (Woah)
Walk on the scene, now you've seen I'm a star (Woah)
I’m rockin' out with your b*t*h (Woah)
I feel like I'm Nirvana, no, I am not talkin' no guitar (Woah)
My Rollie, it be bustin' in the moonlight (Woah)
If you talkin' sh*t, then we aim with that graah-tah (Woah)
I'm gon' make it, that's on my momma (Woah)
I got your b*t*h naked, she callin' me father
Shut up, n***a, we finna be up there
Bye-bye, n***a, you finna be on there (Fye, fye)
N***a, you finna be done there
Chopper volcano, it finna erupt there
Why n***as actin' so fruity?
I'm bringin' a whole lotta red, not tomato (Yeah)
Walk in that b*t*h like a menace
I'm losin' my mind, man, I'm feelin' like Faygo (Yeah)
I’m taking over, goin' over everythin'
They not gon' stand in my way
My n***as [?]
Walkin' with a beam, I feel like Kamehameha
It don't matter, sippin' on the Wocky, Wocky
I'm makin' some sh*t like Rockstar Made
And you finna get rolled like Rocky
I told you to stop hangin' 'round here, opp a** b*t*h
Homicide, homicide, homicide
Grrt, what?
Yeah, ready
Yeah (Highspeed)
What? Huh
Ayy, woah (Slayer)
Shut up, n***a, we finna be up there
Bye-bye, n***a, you finna be on there (Fye, fye)
N***a, you finna be done there
Chopper volcano, it's finna erupt there
Why n***as actin' so fruity?
I'm bringin' a whole lotta red, not tomato (Yeah)
Walk in that b*t*h like a menace
I'm losin' my mind, man, I'm feelin' like Faygo (Yeah)
I’m taking over, goin' over everythin'
They not gon' stand in my way
My n***as [?]
Walkin' with a beam, I feel like Kamehameha
It don't matter, sippin' on the Wocky, Wocky
I'm makin' some sh*t like Rockstar Made
And you finna get rolled like Rocky
We the best with it (What?)
We the best with it (Yeah)
We the best with it (What?)
We the best with it (Yeah)
Runnin' the track like it's click-clack, uh
You are not gettin' that b*t*h back
I'm finna pa** my biggest song
But you know there will still be a mix-match
Movin' [?], but I'm not gettin' up (Yeah)
Walk with that b*t*h 'cause I wet it up
You know my show never regular
Tell my why the f**k you think I'ma make it up?
Sun is shinin' on my wrist, finna bake it up
Got some water on my sh*t, finna lake it up
Don't even matter because my shorty like Selena
You know that the Glock finna shake it up
Yeah, woah, yeah, yeah
Never too much (Yeah)
Never too much (Woah)
Never too much (What?)
Never too much
B*t*h, I'm on top of my sh*t
B*t*h, I'm on top of my sh*t
I don't know why these n***as be talkin' on me
But I'm rockin' Gucci with the fit
And I'm uppin' that fire, b*t*h, I'm uppin' that
I'm in Off-White and she lovin' that
I hit her once, I ain't callin' back
Diamonds on me and they shine like the sun
Goin' straight to the top, b*t*h, I need number one
I—I hit an opp with the blicky
Yes, I got the sticky, don't call it a gun
Ten tryna pin me, I go on the run
They tryna talk at all, not tryna talk at all
I hit the gas and it f**k up my lungs
Man, what you talkin' 'bout? What he talkin' about?
He play with gang and that n***a is done
I said the beat is so magical, I feel like Bandicoot
These n***as really ain’t none
"How much you spend?" Like a band or two
I'm in a Bentley coupe, never worry about my funds
She ate my d**k like an edible, she say I'm edible
I ball hard just like the Sun
Play with the gang and I'm [?] you
B*t*h, I went up and now these b*t*hes just like to suck
Woah, Yankee with no brim
Yeah (Bop)
She wanna watch how I get all the bands
I'm gon' spaz out, yeah, bring the racks out, yeah
I know she a ho, I said I'll blow her back out, yeah (Skkrt)
If you be talkin' right up on the 'Gram, are you bringin' the mags out? Yeah
She wanna watch how I get all the bands
I'm gon' spaz out, yeah, bring the racks out, yeah
I know she a ho, I said I'll blow her back out, yeah (Skkrt)
If you be talkin' right up on the 'Gram, are you bringin' the mags out? Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And you know I rock hard, that's how I'm comin'
I feel like Manson, don't give a sh*t (Yeah)
Go through your b*t*h like a runway
She like them diamonds that dance on my wrist
I know what I'm gonna be someday
Can't hit me up 'cause I be in the mix (Your b*t*h all—)
Your b*t*h all up on me, yes, she been hands on
I feel like Elon, you see me blast off
That money ain't green, no, it's blue in my Phantom (Woah)
Walk on the scene, now you've seen I'm a star (Woah)
I’m rockin' out with your b*t*h (Woah)
I feel like I'm Nirvana, no, I am not talkin' no guitar (Woah)
My Rollie, it be bustin' in the moonlight (Woah)
If you talkin' sh*t, then we aim with that graah-tah (Woah)
I'm gon' make it, that's on my momma (Woah)
I got your b*t*h naked, she callin' me father
Shut up, n***a, we finna be up there
Bye-bye, n***a, you finna be on there (Fye, fye)
N***a, you finna be done there
Chopper volcano, it finna erupt there
Why n***as actin' so fruity?
I'm bringin' a whole lotta red, not tomato (Yeah)
Walk in that b*t*h like a menace
I'm losin' my mind, man, I'm feelin' like Faygo (Yeah)
I’m taking over, goin' over everythin'
They not gon' stand in my way
My n***as [?]
Walkin' with a beam, I feel like Kamehameha
It don't matter, sippin' on the Wocky, Wocky
I'm makin' some sh*t like Rockstar Made
And you finna get rolled like Rocky
I told you to stop hangin' 'round here, opp a** b*t*h
Homicide, homicide, homicide
