4EVR RØCKØUT! Lyrics

I be fully loaded

Fighting all the urges to go merk a nigga

I cannot control it

Double r gang only feen for war baby girl you know this

I can't show emotions

When I let the pole hit

760 doors in

Popped his cap I'm rolling

I heard you was dropping them ten's, them ten's, them ten's

You dropping them ten's

Nah I don't think I'll ever trust again, again, again

Nah not again

I don't think I can ever trust a friend, a friend, a friend

Nah not a friend

Just know that we pop your top

For them bands I can I better never get the chance

You know that we pop off, as soon as I run into bruh Ima pull out my cutter

You know I be rockout, as soon as I knock off that bitch I move on to the other

Ima slang with that stick I don't care if they brothers

Bitch I do this for fam for the ones in the gutter

How they supposed love me but I can't love my mother

Run across that green beam swear to God you in trouble

Walked in with the uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, huh-uh

Ian trip off bout you said

I just want your the head

Jay just want the tongue

You can only have one chance fucking with a god

After that you done

Look at me I ran up racks and I'm with squad

Now you looking dumb

Now you looking stupid

All them fucking shots

That you claim you got

Boy you better use it

We surround they block

Screaming fuck a cop

We like making movies

Thought you had some sauce

But your shit ran off

Asking how I do it nah, nah, nah

I need more bands huh

Hella motion huh

We have motion huh

You don't know when huh

When that road hit huh

Get your bro hit

Fuck, get your bro lit

I be fully loaded

Fighting all the urges to go merk a nigga

I cannot control it

Double r gang only feen for war baby girl you know this

I can't show emotions

When I let the pole hit

760 doors in

Popped his cap I'm rolling

I heard you was dropping them ten's, them ten's, them ten's

You dropping them ten's

Nah I don't think I'll ever trust again, again, again

Nah not again

I don't think I can ever trust a friend, a friend, a friend

Nah not a friend

Just know that we pop your top

For them bands I can I better never get the chance

You know that we pop off, as soon as I run into bruh Ima pull out my cutter

You know I be rockout, as soon as I knock off that bitch I move on to the other

Ima slang with that stick I don't care if they brothers

Bitch I do this for fam for the ones in the gutter

How they supposed love me but I can't love my mother

Run across that green beam swear to God you in trouble