4 THE GVNG ft. Koticz & Jpbeatz Lyrics

J.P. Productions

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Monitor the streets for the gang

Grr bow, all these guns bout to bang

Watch out, never be in the mix

Or else, that bucket you gone kick

Mask on, cover up, here's your next fix

Shady or not, Police'll never know my face

When we see the opps, we 'bout to put em in their place

When that gun sing, it's always bound to make a hit

(It's always bound to make it hit)

Never been apart of that life, I'm just scouting

If I kill a nigga, just know buttons he was pressing

All day, guns out, I be target practicing

Shot at me once next thing you in Heaven

Let's get back to the streets, stomp em out, we succeed

When we get to the streets, there's no plan for defeat

When I'm on the beats, the heat I bring

Forever been a beast, you an opp you bout to bleed

Remember when they took my bro and left him there deceased

Vowed to him that his killer is about to bleed

Pour me a cup, make sure I stay in the streets

After this I'll keep myself safe

Monitor the streets for the gang

Grr bow, all these guns bout to bang

Watch out, never be in the mix

Or else, that bucket you gone kick

Mask on, cover up, here's your next fix

Shady or not, Police'll never know my face

When we see the opps, we 'bout to put em in their place

When that gun sing, it's always bound to make a hit

(It's always bound to make it hit)

Rollie squad deep for the gang

Tell Baby Pluto, he's a G, what a track

Pay me respects, or at least give me cash

If you want smoke, I'mma reach for my gat

Had to pull the trigger cause a nigga out here testin' me

Said he hate life, had to off him so he rest in peace

Always do the worst, but my mamma see the rest in me

I've been sippin' lean, to be honest, I was actually

Tryna kill myself cause I was tired of the drama

Mamma raised no quitter, everyday I'm tryna conquer

Everybody dying but to live is such an honor

But to live is such an honor

Monitor the streets for the gang

Grr bow, all these guns bout to bang

Watch out, never be in the mix

Or else, that bucket you gone kick

Mask on, cover up, here's your next fix

Shady or not, Police'll never know my face

When we see the opps, we 'bout to put em in their place

When that gun sing, it's always bound to make a hit

(It's always bound to make it hit)