Paroles:
4 Tops

jacker want what I got I'm in a 6-9 Cheve old school, platinum with the pop do's fool Chrome grill on the nose fool, with 4-4's wrapped up and vogues

hennessy I'm outside of my mind, but I'm not trying to find a way back Cause I live by it and die by it, I'm talking about my strap 4-4, she be the only

tops and windows Penitentiary poems on fo' do's, dipping in low low's Finger fucking my 4-4, on a bitch made nigga fo' do' [Hook - 2x] [Trae] Slow mo', when on the block 4

[Chorus 4x: Brother Marquis] Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance? Hell no!! Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table

mo' Hell naw, dead blocks with red tops but now a ni**a sell words for all my young thugs in jail in Jerz They made it hell 4 a hustler, I bails high

the point Where you miss sleep With that said This lead with this Ruger And that shooter Sub-machine gun Ratta tat through you Copper tops, hollow points

6 months I was ninteen fresh out of high school 6 months in the county fast forward 08' ten cars Mounted 3 trucks 3 verts sittin hard tops mane 4 hogs

, I Really I'm In It, Playin' Video Games Lit, Like I'm In To Win It, When On The Beer Bong, We Can Play Til Your Finished, Just Bring Some Cups, And A Somethin', I Got A Case Of Guinness, I'm A Professinal Man, Poppin' Tops

his father homey doing his thang We keep the gun for paper homey aimed and cocked Every nigga im my circle homey ready to pop We be ridin drops tops