4 for 4 Lyrics

Everyday I'm doing better than the last

Get up off my ass

Never went to class

Still I was the smartest, hardest working joke they ever made me in the bank

I bet that bit them in the ass

No time for the questions, answer them myself

No time for second guesses, know your worth yourself

I can only hurt myself

They made bitter sound so sweet

Till I sour belted and I started dressing myself

Shien haul, she ain't hardly into me

I knew that from the start of us

I still keep it 50 with the broads

They admire us

Love the way we living without care

They don't bother us

Someone tell the bitches over there that I'm on to em

Yes, this is my section

Bad bitches is lit here

No need for protection

They don't know how my dick feels

Pressed on these songs have gone on for too long

I need to take her home the sexual tension we created is strong

And the ladies respond to confidence and all

My cock'll fit if I immerse it all

Scratching balls, never win

Play to lose, play to win

Never seen pretty friends with petty ends

That ends pretty well when pretty ends

My litty guests like Budapest out the country

We like foreigns like our whips

We like tourists in our shit like go explore just how I get

Mini chest puffed out

These mini threats toughed out

Get stretched out, you're buffed out

No must doubt

I paint the pretty picture like Picasso

But the depth of every stroke ain't possible to telegraph

So we just laugh let them bums catch a deal

Ink it fast, ceilings crashed

Mine gon separate the glass

Watch your eyes, they falling fast

Story telling how they rise but when they fall

Get dug in grass, a month'll pass

I'm still the hottest on the streets, no mumble rap

What's up with that?

Wrap it up in bubble wrap

The more I pop, the more of fun I have and savor life

If Smoke would've ducked the pad

The pin dropped, hear me last, hear me out

I want cash , I want million dollar offers for the Stache

Knowing I won't cut shit out, this shit up for grabs

This is bad , ain't no hook in sight, but yet you catching jabs

Do the math

My 3rd album made the mixtapes bad

My 4th album bout to change my map and where I'm on it

Where that beat go?

In the toilet, shitted on em

Go ahead just spit it on em

They told me get this shit resuscitated

Put the linen on him, he done

Get the minister rolling, the good book got the answers

$aint just show up late in handcuffs with a tat that says 'Missy'

With a bitch that love hickies attached like human centipede on my dick for quickies

Open windows, let it breathe

I must remind myself just who I be

Not who I am

Not why I stand or what I claim

The shit I say change every day

Don't hold it against me, just loan me a 50

Everyday I'm doing better than the last

Get up off my ass

Never went to class

Still I was the smartest, hardest working joke they ever made me in the bank

I bet that bit them in the ass