Текст песни
Ayy ain't got time for loafin'
(Skrrt) (Mash Billi wants no milli')
Ayy, ain't got time for loafin', uh
Stepped out the spot, uh
Jumped off the porch, red dot, uh
Uh, uh, headshot
Ayy, I don't care what these
Niggas say they got, 'cause we okay
Pop a half a M-box, then
Another half a M-box, That's a double take
Heard you gettin' your guns confiscated, uh
Gettin' your chokers taken
They say, "4, stop playin'"
If I pop a Xanax, I'll end up in the can
I can pop up on his family
But that's not in the plan
Ayy, white Reese's, white dope
My Lambo' got a tan
Rockin' camouflage and 40 Glocks
Like this Afghanistan
Bitch tryna get near, give no fuck a fan, uh
Sing me five C4 songs or bitch
You is not stayin' margiela, these not Vans
Off them Percs, propellor man
Get up with you later, baby
And won't never see you again
Ayy, ayy, said she wanna
Ride the white horse, Ayy
C4 smoked a nigga
They say he had a high score
Ayy, the drink ain't too dark
Said he poured a light four
Ayy, ayy, whole week with the drank
That's a DP on a Porsche
Uh, niggas big cap, link me to a source
Yeah, you heard the dispatch
Dangerous with torque
Down South nigga, we go shopping in New York
Ayy, fuck clout, nigga
'cause we do this shit for sport
Watch your mouth, crazy
4 put shooters at your door
I just paid your rent on some shoes out Dior
Uh
Nigga, you see that stick, lookin' clueless
What's it for?
Ask that bitch, "What's my name?" Say
"Big Backdoor"
What's a 4 to a 4? Now let's make an eight
Uh what's a thirty bopper? Thirty
In another state nigga ran off on the gang
So he chose his fate
He still come outside with that shit on
He know it's fake
Ayy, ayy, turn Dora the Explorer
On a Perc' search, Ayy
Open my eyes, brush my teeth
Pop that Perc' first
I was trappin' when y'all was sayin' you
A jerk, I'm a bad influence, Sir
Got a big influence over these bitches
I need two of her
Pour that shit straight over that ice raw, uh
Put it inside my pants a different way
That pipe fall
I'm so happy I turned eighteen, I
Can go buy a K, Uh
Turned nineteen and then the judge
Took all my guns away
Nigga, I'll make you rich
All you gotta do is be a
Spot watcher in this bitch
Ayy, don't worry 'bout nothin'
You won't go out like Money Mitch
Baby 4 said fuck it, he
Ain't did nothin' wrong, No punishments
Ayy, standin' right here so high
It don't make no fuckin' sense