4 Of Us (Explicit)歌词-Clavish&Youngs Teflon&Rimzee&Tiny Boost

4 Of Us (Explicit)歌词由Clavish&Youngs Teflon&Rimzee&Tiny Boost演唱，出自专辑《Rap Game Awful (Explicit)》，下面是《4 Of Us (Explicit)》完整版歌词！

4 Of Us (Explicit)歌词完整版

4 OF US - CLAVISH/TEFLON/RIMZEE/BOOST

Mummy raised a good yute, but I'm bad like my surname Jackson

Fifty cent coins in this hand gun (Baow)

You ever heard the MAC ring? Ain't nothing like a Samsung

And we was making snow fall way before Damson

Classmates turnt wet, they underneath the drier (Brr)

How they singing like Mariah? Turned the hood into a choir (How?)

Told mum "I'm going church", I was handing out them flyers

I'm talking bout them samples, felt like Marlo in The Wire (Now, whatchu say, youngs?)

These niggas like mine, I ain't met too many (Uh-uh)

Lay a finger on my dreads, they gon' get the sеmi

Uptown nights had me sweating Henny

Lеft with Jenny, gave me deep throat, I gave her Ben & Jerry's

Catch me in the burbs, I'm just swerving through the lanes (Mm)

Got it overseas, my Cuban links ain't a chain (Uh-uh)

She asked me what I'm on, I said, "World domination"

'Cause me and my thoughts are like Pinky and the Brain

And niggas know the codes, don't come outside without your bally

Stoney on the island, but you know we smoking Cali

Out in Santorini in the villa, I'm with Sally

By the seashores, I sold shells to the catties (Who did it?)

Me and akh done it twice, we're pending on a triple (Verb)

XRP, we're tryna let the coin ripple (Grrt)

I part it with the twin barrels, that's a double dribble (Rimz, my brudda)

Pockets full of sweets (Uh), these ain't Harribos or Skittles (Yo)

I just wanna eat Benihanas (I do)

Miss seven summers, shit I had to do for these Balenciagas (Ucks)

I make it look lit, but it's been hard

Got rich off a SIM card (Brr), pull strings, no guitar

Outside was frying like dumplings (It was), but I couldn't come in (Never)

Took mad L's, but I won big (Facts)

Baguettes in the ring for all them years on the wing (Ah)

I hope Allah forgive me for my sins (Inshallah)

In them streets, I'm certi (Ah)

Tryna get a body on this ting, ain't going Turkey (Grrah)

Had me queuing up for servery (Facts)

The hood raised me, block boy before JB

My come up was serious, JME (It was)

It's hard to think about streaming

Got niggas doing life on some street shit

And niggas that ain't breathing

I remember going dances with big Glocks

Sixty for the wrist watch, these niggas dancing on TikTok

Known for getting trappy and taping off roads (I am)

These rap niggas make it up as they go (Liars)

Late nights in the T, testing dinners on fiends

Send these dusty yutes to cunch and they're coming back clean (Facts)

Upper Clapton Dream, I feel like Martin Luther (Ah)

Put me in a class full of trappers, I'ma come out the tutor (True stories)

Took mad losses, I can tell you how them L's feel (Ah)

Or how to build a banging line from a jail cell (Wallahi)

They sleeping on my gang until the night I'm standing over ya (Standing over ya)

Headshot and we gon' test out your obeah (Obeah)

Can't stand around pigs and rats, got a phobia (I got a phobia)

I'm from Peckham where it's protocol to keep a pole on ya

Hard body Boost bitch, don't ask me for no soft line (Soft line)

I was seventeen on the Glock hype (Grrt, grrt)

Same way I still put your body on a lock knife (Bail)

Oh my god, what happened to Virgil? I'ma still get it off-white (For real)

It's like everyday I wake up on the wrong side (On the wrong side)

True my main ones been gone for a long time (For a long time)

Murder squad, can't roll if you ain't never let your burner off (Grrt)

So much niggas sliding, I can't tell you whose work it was (Grrt, grrt)

All I know is that we put it in (In)

There ain't a block that I wouldn't spin

Tiny Boost A.K.A. Mr. Walk Up and Let It Ring (Mm)

Certified O.G., bro, I'm a veteran (I'm a veteran)

And I ain't gotta check the ting (Heh?), true I know it's loaded (I know)

Mask on but he knows I smoked it (He knows)

Jakes on me, I don't know who told 'em

Any little niggas wanna claim gangs these times (Gang, gang), they had no involvement (Gang)

No emotion when I'm fucking these hoes

I don't care who's inside, I'll still run in your home

I'm tryna leave with the belly (With the belly), what's beef? (What's beef?)

You see beef is when you squeeze 'til it's empty, it's swell (Uh)

I can't stop Suedey from making songs about killing

I ain't gotta follow or double tap, I'm still hitting

In the station but this time for something that I didn't

In the booth, only time you might hear me try singing

My youngen back in the block, serving days, three nickings

I ain't hit her since I hit, I ain't tripping

Me, I hate cats but I make sure that I provide for my kittens

You ain't ever had two spinners kissing, not twinning

Might put her in YSL, pissed I'm on the phone to her less than my clientele

Tagging up a nine, I can do it with my aisle scales

Feds thought Crash lined it up

And that's why they said no when he applied for bail

When the bag's orange, only time I'm tryna take a L

Waste of money 'cah I ain't even gonna do my bail

I ain't tryna ride with no niggas scared to do the jail

If you get caught, he might do the tales

Yo, I was robbing phones way before I started fucking girls

Mum asked why I'm selling crack 'cah it fucking sells

Firearms, what I'ma buy before I pay for nails

I got ten-tens from Liverpool to A-T-L

Used to rob older niggas, never used to shoplift

I jump on the stage and my fans doing mosh pits

Them niggas don't like me cah I really does this

My nigga done it bait and got busted, free him up