4 Five

Yeah my woadie keep a blick, he got him a four five

Big dracos and big sticks, we don't like to tote nines

All these diamonds on my wrist, can't be wasting no time

I ain't know I feel this sick, just off of a whole line

Remember when I hit a lick, just off of a whole pint

Then I split it with the gang, we was laughing the whole night

I been hit before, I just hope that he doing alright

Cause when I catch you, best believe it's motherfucking on sight

I lost a blick, but best believe I copped another same night

I had to learn to trust my intuition if it's feeling right