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faneto - 4400dy lyrics

[intro]
*his glock got repoed
took my b*tch out to lunch off of repost
take out his knee, now he d rose
birkin bag, that’s how i feed hoes
them soldiers comin’ in the fleet bro
two sticks like i’m playin’ the wii bro
(dre*dreamthug exclusive)
(yeah, lil’ b*tch, lil’ b*tch)
(glrrr, alto, four, yeah, on the phone, alto)
(pluggnb archive)
yeah

[verse]
in this b*tch wit’ lil’ alto, yeah
he a rat, i heard he told
wit’ lil’ goon smokin’ za out the bowl
you is a ho, if she ain’t know
got bowls on bowls, b*tch and i sold ’em
yeah, i’m tapped with them fiends on the corner
glrrrr glrrrr, glock flip ya’ over
glrrrr glrrrr, that scat run ya’ over
in that trap my bro got the motion
yeah, and i run it too
you can’t og me lil’ bro
i’m a big gorilla straight out the coup
get high, i’m higher than thе roof
get fly in dior, give a f*ck about goose
shе just wanna f*ck ’cause i trap and i’m rude
probably wit’ trapp quan and kouj, yeah
you got the features, we still snooze
yeah, we still sleepin’ on yo’ trash sh*t
he do the same sh*t as me
but his sh*t sound a lil’ average, yeah
this my flow so she wanna take my sh*t
real taliban sh*t, one who makin’ it
one who takin’ risks, glock came wit’ a switch
frrrr, come and face me b*tch, glrrr, yeah
come and take me b*tch, huh
you can’t replace me b*tch, no
broke as f*ck, you look lazy lil’ bro
my b*tch foreign, fresh off the boat
noddin’ off x, watch her play wit’ her nose
b*tch, i’ll get ya’ rolled
dy, he can’t fold, makin’ plays on a motorola
(i worked hard for this, i want you to know that)
huh, yeah, know they can’t take my sh*t
g*lock came wit’ a thirty clip
finna talk alot fat lip b*tch
ain’t no k!ller but try me i shoot sh*t
glrrr glrrrr, yeah, come try me lil’ bro, i’ll flip ya’ sh*t
sippin’ on drank, two lines in the fanta, my kidney, they failin’
oh yeah, they think i’m inhalin’
i don’t got good manners, i don’t got good grammar
my bro shoot sh*t in that sprinter
posted with them bros straight out atlanta
get ya’ hit for a muhf*ckin’ fee
get ya’ hit if you play wit’ lil’ dy
can’t talk to me on the phone
don’t no rico, his glock got repoed
took my b*tch out to lunch off of repost
take out his knee, now he d rose
birkin bag, that’s how i feed hoes
them soldiers comin’ in the fleet bro
two sticks like i’m playin’ the wii bro
finna beat his ass how the beat go
[outro]
(dreamthug exclusive)
(finna beat his ass how the beat go, yeah)
(finna punch down on him like alto with the muhf*ckin’)
(with the 808’s and sh*t, frrr frrrr)
(pluggnb archive, lil’ b*tch, surreal gang)

- 4400dy lyrics

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