4Lifers Lyrics

Baby we can be 4Lifers

So that mean we gone ride together

And we don't let the jay ignite us

I give you energy wherever

I know I never been a writer

But I'm still sending you that letter

And I was looking for some peace I wasn't looking for no treasure

I was just a lil n**** tryna be that man

Couldn't find a way to use my voice so they could understand

That this life shìt just gone come and go, and blow just like a fan

So please don't be out here on bullshit, cuz you gotta have a plan

Imma hop inside dat ship bitch I smoking different strands

I think this bitch she want some dick cuz she keep stroking on my hand

And Long Live 9 when you had died, feel like my heart turned into sand

So imma keep on pushing, sticking to the plan, 100 grand

And I don't care no matter what, I hope my n****s don't give up

I know we going through some pain, but best believe we gone get up

And this a different type of strain, no you can't hit this shit with us

And no I can't go back to getting on the train or on the bus

Hard to be active on social media, can't stand shit

People they be always on my dick, they on some fan shìt

I'm on cloud 9, so stop expecting me to land quick

I can't be no used to be, talking bout when we ran shit

So we gone run it now and we gone run em down

Tryna hop up in the Beamer, switch to the hummer now

I put a silence on the stick, it make that humming sound

She told me that I wasn't shit, I got her cumming now

If you ain't with the shìt now, then best believe you missing it

I know snakes that look like humans

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Listen for the Hisss

I need a bitch I know could cook, after we eat she get some dick

I'm tryna give that bitch the world, so she got options when she pick

No I can't fake on what you mean to me, you not no random chick

And imma be here

I won't disappear, this not no fucking trick

And she a ride or die, and she want me to take her on a lick

I hadda take her to the range, now she know how to hold the stick

Now she know how to hold the stick

Now she be dropping off them shots

And bitch I'm tryna chase a bag

I'm tryna walk around with knots

And you was fake but I ain't know, so I connected all the dots

And to the people that I love, best believe I love you lots