Yeah, uh, yeah
Yeah, uh (4GN!)
4 4, yeah, Lil 4oe, yeah (StuckOnMoney!)
Udigg
Ah yeah
Dont talk to these niggas
I know they the cops
Dont mess with these niggas
All of em opps
I got the pepper, they dropping the salt
Just like a freckle, the stick to they jaw
Everybody on the south, yeah they wanna be me
Cant wait til the day Im on tv
Heard she the swoop, try her up on GP
Everyday, in the booth, I make a EP
Cant go broke, gotta go go get it
If I buss a move I got 4 4 with me
Twelve tried to pull us over, know I had to hit it
Foot on the gas, leave smoke like a chimney
How yo whole gang broke but you out here flexing money
I work for everything, I wont let you take it from me
Oh he talking down on the 4's
If I make a call, then I'll get him gone
Brr brr, what you say Mari
Hit her one time like oops, Im sorry
4's walk in, we crashing yo party
She sucking that dick, on her knees for a hobby
I wiped his nose cuz he sneezed in the lobby
Why all these niggas wanna be everybody
Yeah, tell them to stop it
Hot topic
Yeah, I pop it
Yeah, cant stop it
Im with the 4's, we sliming yo bros, dont care bout these hoes (Yeah yeah)
These karats are gold, I get some loads, send you out the door (Yeah yeah)
She shaking ass, gone move for the cash
Got racks in the back
Yeah hunnids of stacks
Told em get right, or hurry get back
We shoot it one time, we spraying with MACs
Yeah (Brrr, brrr, brrrr)
4 4 (Yeah, phew!)
6 shots out the .357 like it's on my 4
VVS diamonds, they shining, they glow
50 thousand dollars, I made at the store
Walking with the gang, we all throwing 4's
Cant go for the games, I stay on my toes
Money real old, I swear it got mold
How is you gangster, you got caught and you told (You a bitch)
Damn, you tripping
You folded, you aint use that glizzy
Damn, I got it, yeah I hit em
Nah, we dont miss em
7.62's they missiles
Glock with the scope
We dont miss em
Hold on nigga
Trap on the backstreet
Glock and the stick on the backseat
Flexing and balling, no athlete
.223's make em track meet (Run lil bitch)
None of you real if you ask me
Trap with the chickens like Zaxbys'
Rob his ah, hand me my mask please (Give it to me)
Wipe his lil nose like he got alergies (Wipe it, wipe it)
They, they call me Lil 4oe
I got the stick, put it right at ya dome
You aint talking money then leave me alone
Im StuckOnMoney I dont need a loan
If you aint talking cash then dont hit my phone
Im in the booth
Im with the ape
Nigga talk pressure then he will get ate
I got the stick, put it right to yo face
Im with 4 4
He gone kick door
I got them sticks and we getting them loads
Come here f*ck nigga, just get on the floor
I got this ice and this drip off the boat
Im getting gas, you know that it smoke
My brother doing 2 years down the road
Trappin and posting right up at the store (Trap!)
VV said you cannot shop if you owe
I told my bro, keep a stick when you go (4's!)
Nigga stop the cap, you aint bout it
Aiming at ya head, we aint shooting at ya body
My niggas move swift with the sticks like karate
We come for that green, I aint talking wasabi
All of my brothers, they trap for a hobby
Come in the spot, we got dracos and shottys
Just like a mixtape, these niggas dropping
Spin they block and kill everybody
I dont know you, boy you aint popping
Im finna take off like a rocket
Yeah
(Finna take off
Yeah, Im finna take off
Play with the gang, I'll get you knocked off
Drop a bag on yo head, get you knocked off
Yeah)
4gn Mari - Crash the Party (feat. Jaybo 4gn, GoodCredit & Lil 4oe) Lyrics
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Yeah, uh, yeah
Yeah, uh (4GN!)
4 4, yeah, Lil 4oe, yeah (StuckOnMoney!)
Udigg
Ah yeah
Dont talk to these niggas
I know they the cops
Dont mess with these niggas
All of em opps
I got the pepper, they dropping the salt
Just like a freckle, the stick to they jaw
Everybody on the south, yeah they wanna be me
Cant wait til the day Im on tv
Heard she the swoop, try her up on GP
Everyday, in the booth, I make a EP
Cant go broke, gotta go go get it
If I buss a move I got 4 4 with me
Twelve tried to pull us over, know I had to hit it
Foot on the gas, leave smoke like a chimney
How yo whole gang broke but you out here flexing money
I work for everything, I wont let you take it from me
Oh he talking down on the 4's
If I make a call, then I'll get him gone
Brr brr, what you say Mari
Hit her one time like oops, Im sorry
4's walk in, we crashing yo party
She sucking that dick, on her knees for a hobby
I wiped his nose cuz he sneezed in the lobby
Why all these niggas wanna be everybody
Yeah, tell them to stop it
Hot topic
Yeah, I pop it
Yeah, cant stop it
Im with the 4's, we sliming yo bros, dont care bout these hoes (Yeah yeah)
These karats are gold, I get some loads, send you out the door (Yeah yeah)
She shaking ass, gone move for the cash
Got racks in the back
Yeah hunnids of stacks
Told em get right, or hurry get back
We shoot it one time, we spraying with MACs
Yeah (Brrr, brrr, brrrr)
4 4 (Yeah, phew!)
6 shots out the .357 like it's on my 4
VVS diamonds, they shining, they glow
50 thousand dollars, I made at the store
Walking with the gang, we all throwing 4's
Cant go for the games, I stay on my toes
Money real old, I swear it got mold
How is you gangster, you got caught and you told (You a bitch)
Damn, you tripping
You folded, you aint use that glizzy
Damn, I got it, yeah I hit em
Nah, we dont miss em
7.62's they missiles
Glock with the scope
We dont miss em
Hold on nigga
Trap on the backstreet
Glock and the stick on the backseat
Flexing and balling, no athlete
.223's make em track meet (Run lil bitch)
None of you real if you ask me
Trap with the chickens like Zaxbys'
Rob his ah, hand me my mask please (Give it to me)
Wipe his lil nose like he got alergies (Wipe it, wipe it)
They, they call me Lil 4oe
I got the stick, put it right at ya dome
You aint talking money then leave me alone
Im StuckOnMoney I dont need a loan
If you aint talking cash then dont hit my phone
Im in the booth
Im with the ape
Nigga talk pressure then he will get ate
I got the stick, put it right to yo face
Im with 4 4
He gone kick door
I got them sticks and we getting them loads
Come here f*ck nigga, just get on the floor
I got this ice and this drip off the boat
Im getting gas, you know that it smoke
My brother doing 2 years down the road
Trappin and posting right up at the store (Trap!)
VV said you cannot shop if you owe
I told my bro, keep a stick when you go (4's!)
Nigga stop the cap, you aint bout it
Aiming at ya head, we aint shooting at ya body
My niggas move swift with the sticks like karate
We come for that green, I aint talking wasabi
All of my brothers, they trap for a hobby
Come in the spot, we got dracos and shottys
Just like a mixtape, these niggas dropping
Spin they block and kill everybody
I dont know you, boy you aint popping
Im finna take off like a rocket
Yeah
(Finna take off
Yeah, Im finna take off
Play with the gang, I'll get you knocked off
Drop a bag on yo head, get you knocked off
Yeah)
Yeah, uh (4GN!)
4 4, yeah, Lil 4oe, yeah (StuckOnMoney!)
Udigg
Ah yeah
Dont talk to these niggas
I know they the cops
Dont mess with these niggas
All of em opps
I got the pepper, they dropping the salt
Just like a freckle, the stick to they jaw
Everybody on the south, yeah they wanna be me
Cant wait til the day Im on tv
Heard she the swoop, try her up on GP
Everyday, in the booth, I make a EP
Cant go broke, gotta go go get it
If I buss a move I got 4 4 with me
Twelve tried to pull us over, know I had to hit it
Foot on the gas, leave smoke like a chimney
How yo whole gang broke but you out here flexing money
I work for everything, I wont let you take it from me
Oh he talking down on the 4's
If I make a call, then I'll get him gone
Brr brr, what you say Mari
Hit her one time like oops, Im sorry
4's walk in, we crashing yo party
She sucking that dick, on her knees for a hobby
I wiped his nose cuz he sneezed in the lobby
Why all these niggas wanna be everybody
Yeah, tell them to stop it
Hot topic
Yeah, I pop it
Yeah, cant stop it
Im with the 4's, we sliming yo bros, dont care bout these hoes (Yeah yeah)
These karats are gold, I get some loads, send you out the door (Yeah yeah)
She shaking ass, gone move for the cash
Got racks in the back
Yeah hunnids of stacks
Told em get right, or hurry get back
We shoot it one time, we spraying with MACs
Yeah (Brrr, brrr, brrrr)
4 4 (Yeah, phew!)
6 shots out the .357 like it's on my 4
VVS diamonds, they shining, they glow
50 thousand dollars, I made at the store
Walking with the gang, we all throwing 4's
Cant go for the games, I stay on my toes
Money real old, I swear it got mold
How is you gangster, you got caught and you told (You a bitch)
Damn, you tripping
You folded, you aint use that glizzy
Damn, I got it, yeah I hit em
Nah, we dont miss em
7.62's they missiles
Glock with the scope
We dont miss em
Hold on nigga
Trap on the backstreet
Glock and the stick on the backseat
Flexing and balling, no athlete
.223's make em track meet (Run lil bitch)
None of you real if you ask me
Trap with the chickens like Zaxbys'
Rob his ah, hand me my mask please (Give it to me)
Wipe his lil nose like he got alergies (Wipe it, wipe it)
They, they call me Lil 4oe
I got the stick, put it right at ya dome
You aint talking money then leave me alone
Im StuckOnMoney I dont need a loan
If you aint talking cash then dont hit my phone
Im in the booth
Im with the ape
Nigga talk pressure then he will get ate
I got the stick, put it right to yo face
Im with 4 4
He gone kick door
I got them sticks and we getting them loads
Come here f*ck nigga, just get on the floor
I got this ice and this drip off the boat
Im getting gas, you know that it smoke
My brother doing 2 years down the road
Trappin and posting right up at the store (Trap!)
VV said you cannot shop if you owe
I told my bro, keep a stick when you go (4's!)
Nigga stop the cap, you aint bout it
Aiming at ya head, we aint shooting at ya body
My niggas move swift with the sticks like karate
We come for that green, I aint talking wasabi
All of my brothers, they trap for a hobby
Come in the spot, we got dracos and shottys
Just like a mixtape, these niggas dropping
Spin they block and kill everybody
I dont know you, boy you aint popping
Im finna take off like a rocket
Yeah
(Finna take off
Yeah, Im finna take off
Play with the gang, I'll get you knocked off
Drop a bag on yo head, get you knocked off
Yeah)
Writer: Jamari Allen
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid