C-4 Lyrics

Talk about me

Let me ask you

Bitch must be nuts

If I could catch you

I mean cashew is a nut

If he buss in ya guts

Tell that nigga clean it up

Cause I finna catch a body

Brown eyes call me Bobby

Ya nigga with me

Call me Whitney

I'm in Houston not Mississippi

Treat these hoes

Can't trick me

Halloween time feeling icky

Keep the Sticky

C-4 das the bomb

Dropping hella bars on a song

Ion know if I, could go wrong

Call me Mrs. Right in the night

Cause I stay outta sight

Spraying webs ask yo dawg yeah he dead

Two, three bullets to the head

Cause that blood finna spread

Like a virus

Sing to a nigga

Miley Cyrus

Eye for a nigga call him iris

Can't see me

Hoes blind like Stevie

Wonder why these bitches

wanna be me

Shinning with the diamonds

Yh they vv's

Cuban link shining on the wrist

Gold as piss

Ise the shits

But uh they get the jhist

Everybody hate me like I'm Chris

Kross yo dawg

Why you jump

When he pull up with the pump

It ain't lil

Poppin pills like I'm ill

Drip too hard something spill

Riding this wave with a broad

Brother name is Rod

Only fear one man that is God

Scared of you

Nah that's odd

Jumpin niggas like a frog

Nah I finna rip it on these hoes

Make um spell run on they toes

R U N eyes close

Popping champagne with my bros

Christmas time, mistle to the toe

You ain't know

KKG on the beat

Yh I coming with the flows

Got four, five bands with my bros

Yh we loaded with the drummers

Number coming with the commas

Spin a Benz n inna honda

Snake ass nigga andaconda

Yh they geeking

Hide my shit why you seeking

Running they mouth

Why you speaking

Talk too much for no reason

Get my lick back

Now we even

Switch the topic

Mark a nigga up

Call him copic

Nigga is a bum tell him stop it

Maybe I should add a chorus

New to that like a tourist

I sip that lean never pour it in the sink

When I blink

With my minks

Gotta think

Should I link

Ion sip when I drink

Straights shots through the choppa

Never blink

New kicks

Should I cop um

What you think

I be rapping hella fast

I stay in sink

huh wink wink

Why you looking at me

Like I stink

Making money as I blink

Got some niggas wanna link

Only linking if it's cuban

Why you mad at me

I didn't choose him

Nigga cheat on you

Bitch you loosing

I be riding slow

Yh I cruising

Finna sink a ship

With a lick

No lollipop ion spit

Unless it's, onna track

Touch the field

No quarter back

I be toting up a stack

Yh the bills they got my back

That's why my pockets fat

That's why I keep a strap

That's why I never lack

So mommy could be happy

Working dead hard for my papi

Finna stack M's like a taxi

Real road runner can't catch me

Finna hop in a double r

Brand new car with the stars