4G's Songtext
Featuring TC4800, E-40, Ty Dolla $ign, & C. Hood
(Hook)
Bitch nigga you corny
Ridin round in Forgies
You ain’t even got 4 G’s
You ain’t even know 4 G’s
My Loubuittons cost 4 G’s
Bitch nigga you the police
And I don’t fuck with the police
Ridin round in Forgies with 4 G’s
(Verse)
Aye it’s TC Lo, got money, got weed
Got promethazine and a lot of broben jams
It’s stay fly my nigga, I do this shit on the daily
You stay broke my nigga, you do that shit on the daily
I woke up, thought being broke was boring
So I rob a couple houses in Torrance
Cashed out on a foreign
Pull up to any bitch, I’m scorin
Uh, you know I stay with them fly kicks
You know I stay with a fly bitch
And you could tell a bagger but every time you do she be like…
(Hook)
Bitch nigga you corny
Ridin round in Forgies
You ain’t even got 4 G’s
You ain’t even know 4 G’s
My Loubuittons cost 4 G’s
Bitch nigga you the police
And I don’t fuck with the police
Ridin round in Forgies with 4 G’s
(Verse)
Zap boy beneath the ashtray, woofers in the back
Waddle in the dools make loud glass packs
Forgiano tippy toes, 24’s crawl
Bought a set of Pirellis and let the stickers out
Skippin down the ave with the beat on blam
Soundin like a motherfuckin summer jam
Fat bank route, my pockets pregnant
Both of em twins, they need a C section
My fety linky like 40 career hustling
Granddaddy purp in the air, hovering
Zonin like a motherfucker, high as a quale
Loud power spray to get rid of the stale
(Hook)
Bitch nigga you corny
Ridin round in Forgies
You ain’t even got 4 G’s
You ain’t even know 4 G’s
My Loubuittons cost 4 G’s
Bitch nigga you the police
And I don’t fuck with the police
Ridin round in Forgies with 4 G’s
(Verse)
4 G’s, 2 bottles, every day stoned
Smoke it, getting my drink on
2 Forgies on yo baby mama
Secret Sundays, now she after my cabana
4 G’s for the bill like a tunnel
Thousand $ tip for the butch in summer baller
Shot caller, 6-4 Impala
Dandada, me in ace Obama
Fety dip the Grammies with the G pin
Dollar sign kush, I’m reeking
Yea, I smell like Keisha
You niggas corny like bitch niggas
(Hook)
Bitch nigga you corny
Ridin round in Forgies
You ain’t even got 4 G’s
You ain’t even know 4 G’s
My Loubuittons cost 4 G’s
Bitch nigga you the police
And I don’t fuck with the police
Ridin round in Forgies with 4 G’s
(Verse)
I’m on my bullshit, spittin like 2 clips
Got yo bitch on my pool table doin splits
Tired of niggas askin, spoiled like they trappin
I’m from 10-4 street, not of that happenin
Me and my niggas, burnt out
All fly shit, all ruled out
Talkin reckless nigga outside yo mouth
Go ahead and get yo pistol whip
Blike bloom blow
No tough talk, you ain’t got no rap sheet
Yall niggas ain’t really had no beef
Yall niggas ain’t really clap no heat
Stop cuppin yo bitch, nigga I’mma go sleep
(Hook)
Bitch nigga you corny
Ridin round in Forgies
You ain’t even got 4 G’s
You ain’t even know 4 G’s
My Loubuittons cost 4 G’s
Bitch nigga you the police
And I don’t fuck with the police
Ridin round in Forgies with 4 G’s
(Hook)
Bitch nigga you corny
Ridin round in Forgies
You ain’t even got 4 G’s
You ain’t even know 4 G’s
My Loubuittons cost 4 G’s
Bitch nigga you the police
And I don’t fuck with the police
Ridin round in Forgies with 4 G’s
(Verse)
Aye it’s TC Lo, got money, got weed
Got promethazine and a lot of broben jams
It’s stay fly my nigga, I do this shit on the daily
You stay broke my nigga, you do that shit on the daily
I woke up, thought being broke was boring
So I rob a couple houses in Torrance
Cashed out on a foreign
Pull up to any bitch, I’m scorin
Uh, you know I stay with them fly kicks
You know I stay with a fly bitch
And you could tell a bagger but every time you do she be like…
(Hook)
Bitch nigga you corny
Ridin round in Forgies
You ain’t even got 4 G’s
You ain’t even know 4 G’s
My Loubuittons cost 4 G’s
Bitch nigga you the police
And I don’t fuck with the police
Ridin round in Forgies with 4 G’s
(Verse)
Zap boy beneath the ashtray, woofers in the back
Waddle in the dools make loud glass packs
Forgiano tippy toes, 24’s crawl
Bought a set of Pirellis and let the stickers out
Skippin down the ave with the beat on blam
Soundin like a motherfuckin summer jam
Fat bank route, my pockets pregnant
Both of em twins, they need a C section
My fety linky like 40 career hustling
Granddaddy purp in the air, hovering
Zonin like a motherfucker, high as a quale
Loud power spray to get rid of the stale
(Hook)
Bitch nigga you corny
Ridin round in Forgies
You ain’t even got 4 G’s
You ain’t even know 4 G’s
My Loubuittons cost 4 G’s
Bitch nigga you the police
And I don’t fuck with the police
Ridin round in Forgies with 4 G’s
(Verse)
4 G’s, 2 bottles, every day stoned
Smoke it, getting my drink on
2 Forgies on yo baby mama
Secret Sundays, now she after my cabana
4 G’s for the bill like a tunnel
Thousand $ tip for the butch in summer baller
Shot caller, 6-4 Impala
Dandada, me in ace Obama
Fety dip the Grammies with the G pin
Dollar sign kush, I’m reeking
Yea, I smell like Keisha
You niggas corny like bitch niggas
(Hook)
Bitch nigga you corny
Ridin round in Forgies
You ain’t even got 4 G’s
You ain’t even know 4 G’s
My Loubuittons cost 4 G’s
Bitch nigga you the police
And I don’t fuck with the police
Ridin round in Forgies with 4 G’s
(Verse)
I’m on my bullshit, spittin like 2 clips
Got yo bitch on my pool table doin splits
Tired of niggas askin, spoiled like they trappin
I’m from 10-4 street, not of that happenin
Me and my niggas, burnt out
All fly shit, all ruled out
Talkin reckless nigga outside yo mouth
Go ahead and get yo pistol whip
Blike bloom blow
No tough talk, you ain’t got no rap sheet
Yall niggas ain’t really had no beef
Yall niggas ain’t really clap no heat
Stop cuppin yo bitch, nigga I’mma go sleep
(Hook)
Bitch nigga you corny
Ridin round in Forgies
You ain’t even got 4 G’s
You ain’t even know 4 G’s
My Loubuittons cost 4 G’s
Bitch nigga you the police
And I don’t fuck with the police
Ridin round in Forgies with 4 G’s
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