Woo-ooh-ooh
Woh-ooh-ooh (Ha, ha)
Four by four
I’m back on road (Oh yeah)
I’m back on gold
Ooh-ooh-ooh (Damn)
Four by four
We back in mode
Lil’ bitch, we back for more
Woh-ooh-ooh
I’m sippin’ drops
I ride my motorcycle, make her pussy pop (Woah)
I’m mad conceited and they got me feelin’ Wock’
I snatch them bands up, they thought they had it lock (You ain’t have shit nigga)
(Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo)
Jump up on it, ride it
Got lil’ b vibin’ (I pop a T, valid)
I break her cup down and this taste is so exotic
Drop a beat, deposit, bitch, I’m your autopilot
Woh-ooh-ooh (Ha, ha)
Four by four
I’m back on road (Oh yeah)
I’m back on gold
Woh-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 double mint
I’m runnin’ this shit like a government (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 Glock’s ain’t movin’ to us
Get rollin’, nigga, I put ya in a blunt
Brr-brr-brr-brr-brr-brr, okay
She know too many rappers, get this bitch up out my face
Brr-brr-brr-brr-brr-brr, okay
She be fakin’ ’bout 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 recycle, ’cause this bitch ain’t got no waist (Woo)
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)
Woh-ooh-ooh (Ha, ha)
Four by four
I’m back on road (Oh yeah)
I’m back on gold
Woh-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
I been playin’ with the choppa, I’ll cut a muhfucker
I’ll move like a young Pooh Shiesty