You know where we at n
You know where we be (we at da pit n)
You know where we post
A lotta ns hate me man fuck it
Mr4pound flashy
Not try give her kiss
I'm try give her dick
Make the little bitch happy
We get to bending through
Hallows go into you
Mr4pound wack em
That boy a pacifist
You know I'm packin' it
I'm shooting shit I been Practicing
Smokin ya big bro
You could get hit low
No I ain't talking bout tackling
Her pussy wet had me paddling
I got da four five it leave you Scattering
Fuck da opps them niggas
Chattering
I like to bend thru then get to
Battling
4 pound twerk start rattling
More rounds gon hurt
Leave em all staggering
These ns rapping n captioning
He couldn't throw bullets
You know we sacking him
Pry won't even get back at me
XD pound turn shit a tragedy
Member all hoes jus laughed at Me
Now I just get chewed up
Then I go slide with the big tool Uh
Why you rap bout watchu dont
Do uh
We be banging
4 pound raining
Then I dip off cuz I'm too smooth Uh
Hallows changed em
We exchanging
Law try blitz gotta go poof uh
Mr4pound tryna get loose uh
40 gotta kick like a jitsu uh
Shorty eating d til she get full
I was ina trap by myself sellin pit
Food
I be moving wit a big tool
Call up bro big zool tellat boy get
Down
If he don't he catch a big round
I got da pound we knock his chin
Down
We bangin shit fuck a rim now
Pop out, I bet u bing to spin
Now
Last time you caught over ten
Rounds
Pow Pow
We tryna get you again now
Stand over hit him again now
Bent now
Bro tryna bang FN's now
Mr4pound flashy
Not try give her kiss
I'm try give her dick
Make the little bitch happy
We get to bending through
Hallows go into you
Mr4pound wack em
That boy a pacifist you know I
Packing It
I'm shooting shit I been
Practicing
Smokin ya big bro
You could get hit low
No I ain't talking bout tackling
You could get hit high
We turn ya man to a get high
She on her knees like she
Kaepernick
She got some big thighs
Lil ass waist and 5'5
Not tryna be ya son dad
Or buy you a bag or
Eat box out like big guys
Glick 19 got mags
I'm in my bag
4 pound sit and get fried
Back in the day I would sneak
And buss traps on the way to da
Store granny waiting on me
She wondered how I got money
Cuz I stop asking
No I ain't savin no cheese
I call that nigga a bitch
Caught me lacking
Shot all the way down da street
You know that we bending back
Michael Jackson
I knock em straight off his feet
We hit that boy in his in back
Bones start crashing
You shouldn't play wit da beef
All of this shit be da facts
I'm not capping
We really bangin da heat
She told me stay out da streets
B stop acting
You probably slurping a d
You kno we strapped to da T
4pound packing
I let it lay in my jeans
I wanna k wit a beam
O he dancing
I got away from the scene
We get it cracking like feens
Come thru clapping
You shouldn't play wit da team
Member the A was my dream
We shoot ratchets
I use to play for the team
Member the A was my dream
We shoot ratchets
I use to play for the team
Member the A was my dream
We shoot ratchets
I use to play for the team
Member the A was my dream
We shoot ratchets
I use to play for the team
Member the A was my dream
We shoot ratchets
I use to play for the team
Member the A was my dream
We shoot ratchets
I use to play for the team
Mr4pound flashy
Not try give her kiss
I'm try give her dick
Make the little bitch happy
We get to bending through
Hallows go into you
Mr4pound wack em
That boy a pacifist you know I'm
Packing It
I'm shooting shit I been
Practicing
Smokin ya big bro
You could get hit low