C4C4C4

Don D Man (Ay Don this beat dumb)

Uh sun drop, whip that

He can't get his bitch back (uh, uh)

Track hawk, sit back, came up off a zip pack

Murder in his eyes so he

Not someone to look at

Point of havin' a father for forgiveness

And when that baby boy get grown

Gotta teach him the family business

You don't know nun bout'

That mind yo business

Last one to leave the trap

First one to make a entrance

Focused on these bitches

Now these digit's must be kiddin'

(kiddin') tried to be at California kitchen

Trapped in this trap we ain't

Closin' uh uh uh give me one mo' summer

C4 boutta blow, I was ganging with Osama

Grady known for trauma

So that's what they had took foe

Cashapp the Grim Reaper

Lurkin' in a trench coat

I bench press like one thousand

Pounds then I went broke

And now who can you call on

When you need it? (hello)

And the help you said that you

Sent me I received that

Bitch, I be wearin' P down to deal boots

And I ain' got no deal, uh

So far let's see

C4 fell hard, but she said she fell too, ay

It was money over bitches well before

I had ran into you

Ay, I got a couple shootas

I might send them through

Find his block and spin it

Too, sense his toes

Find his door and split it too

Rule number one with these bitches

I can neva choose

And I'm sick of countin' money

But ain't no Thera-Flu

(ain't no Thera-Flu)

Ay, Money mmm Money ain't no Thera-Flu

C4 count that money but ain't no Thera-Flu

Ay, ay these niggas always swear

That they ahead of you

Ay Don this beat dumb c4c4c4