4100 One Mic Cypher Lyrics

4100 One Mic Cypher - MeRkz

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Who the fuck is Merkz?

I went for the kill (Bitch)

And we been on a million drills (Like, what?)

4100, we gunnin' for real

Oh, they got me on hots (Ahhhhh)

I'm tryna shoot up the spot (Ahhhhh)

I'm tryna send him to Dot (Ahhhhh)

He can't run, he got hit with the Glock

Fuck a AM, I went for the—

Fuck a AM, I went for the kill (Went for the kill)

And we been on a million drills (Like, what?)

4100, we gunnin' for real

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Push up on me, I don't recommend

Like, I'm tryna catch me a M (Damn)

Blocky, how is you OY again? (Like, what?)

Fuck it, he gon' get sent to his friends

Like, he went live, he ain't think we would bend

Bitch, I'm on that block, whеre you at? (Bitch)

Kartii was runnin' like track

Like, bro put thе beam on his back (Kartii)

Eight shots, one in the head

And, I'm tired of smokin' his dead

I'm tryna smoke his mans who alive

Like, he thought he was safe on the live

Oh my God, OY off the map

Totin' guns but they dyin' by knife

Bdot a bitch, he got beat wit' the gat

I see DD, I'm leavin' him flat (OYK) Grrah (Grrah-grrah)

Grrah

Grrah

Who the fuck is a Cocofelon? (Coco–, what?)

Like, I heard DOA all in your back (All in your back)

I'm impulsive, I'm quick to attack (Quick to attack)

And you suckin' they dick when they called you a rat (Called you a what?)

Hold my knock when I walk in the spot (Grrah-grrah)

So they know I'm on timin', ain't comin' to play (I ain't comin' to play)

Got a thootie, she settin' the trap

Out the window with the rock like, "Who dyin' today?"

Grrah, and I throw like a pitch

No homerun, he runnin' Rick

When I dump on the beat, it's Wockesha I sip

I told Jah, "Take that trip", what?

He get put in the sky like a blimp

Four—four shots, one in the hip, now he walk with a limp (Damn)

I don't speak on the shit that I do

Like a dentist, I flock it, and aim at your tooth (Grrah-grrah, boom)

I be leanin' when I'm in the booth

It's a gun on my lap when I'm up in the stu' (Up in the stu')

When your brother got hit, what the fuck did you do? (Damn)

What? Mix Sprite with Tris (What?)

Niggas ain't hot, they rely on a diss (It's Carter, Dickhead)

And, no, I can't trust on a bitch (Grrah-grrah)

If he talk on the 4 he get put in a ditch (Grrah-grrah)

I spin on my doley, not givin' no warnings

Pushin' up on me, you better be cautious

Bullets gon' hit him, it's leavin' him nauseous

And we smokin' on Nick while these niggas be mournin'

Sendin' these shots, I ain't talkin' no liquor

The first tip I get, we gon' slide there and clip 'em

Fuck Lu, he got put in 'em ditches

It's free up RJ, bro was throwin' 'em pitches

KR my brother, I love him for free

Splittin' them hundreds when I couldn't eat

Shit deep, definition of G

Keep all that fake shit 'cause I cannot take it

Freak bitch, personality basic

Spin on these niggas like Liam from Taken

And I click 'til it break, I'ma hit 'em adjacent

Oh, they got me on hots (Aah)

I'm tryna shoot up the spot (Damn)

I'm tryna send him to Dot (Dotty!)

He can't run, he got hit with the Glock

Fuck a AM, I went for the–

Fuck a AM, I went for the kill (Bitch)

And we been on a million drills (Like, what?)

4100, we gunnin' for real