4G's
DJ Mustard

feat. TC4800, E-40, Ty Dolla $ign, & C. Hood



(Hook)

Bitch nigga you corny

Ridin round in Forgies

You ain’t even got 4 G’s

You ain’t even know 4 G’s

My Loubuittons cost 4 G’s

Bitch nigga you the police

And I don’t fuck with the police

Ridin round in Forgies with 4 G’s


(Verse)

Aye it’s TC Lo, got money, got weed

Got promethazine and a lot of broben jams

It’s stay fly my nigga, I do this shit on the daily

You stay broke my nigga, you do that shit on the daily

I woke up, thought being broke was boring

So I rob a couple houses in Torrance

Cashed out on a foreign

Pull up to any bitch, I’m scorin

Uh, you know I stay with them fly kicks

You know I stay with a fly bitch

And you could tell a bagger but every time you do she be like…


(Hook)

Bitch nigga you corny

Ridin round in Forgies

You ain’t even got 4 G’s

You ain’t even know 4 G’s

My Loubuittons cost 4 G’s

Bitch nigga you the police

And I don’t fuck with the police

Ridin round in Forgies with 4 G’s


(Verse)

Zap boy beneath the ashtray, woofers in the back

Waddle in the dools make loud glass packs

Forgiano tippy toes, 24’s crawl

Bought a set of Pirellis and let the stickers out

Skippin down the ave with the beat on blam

Soundin like a motherfuckin summer jam

Fat bank route, my pockets pregnant

Both of em twins, they need a C section

My fety linky like 40 career hustling

Granddaddy purp in the air, hovering

Zonin like a motherfucker, high as a quale

Loud power spray to get rid of the stale


(Hook)

Bitch nigga you corny

Ridin round in Forgies

You ain’t even got 4 G’s

You ain’t even know 4 G’s

My Loubuittons cost 4 G’s


Bitch nigga you the police

And I don’t fuck with the police

Ridin round in Forgies with 4 G’s


(Verse)

4 G’s, 2 bottles, every day stoned

Smoke it, getting my drink on

2 Forgies on yo baby mama

Secret Sundays, now she after my cabana

4 G’s for the bill like a tunnel

Thousand $ tip for the butch in summer baller

Shot caller, 6-4 Impala

Dandada, me in ace Obama

Fety dip the Grammies with the G pin

Dollar sign kush, I’m reeking

Yea, I smell like Keisha

You niggas corny like bitch niggas


(Hook)

Bitch nigga you corny

Ridin round in Forgies

You ain’t even got 4 G’s

You ain’t even know 4 G’s

My Loubuittons cost 4 G’s

Bitch nigga you the police

And I don’t fuck with the police

Ridin round in Forgies with 4 G’s


(Verse)

I’m on my bullshit, spittin like 2 clips

Got yo bitch on my pool table doin splits

Tired of niggas askin, spoiled like they trappin

I’m from 10-4 street, not of that happenin

Me and my niggas, burnt out

All fly shit, all ruled out

Talkin reckless nigga outside yo mouth

Go ahead and get yo pistol whip

Blike bloom blow

No tough talk, you ain’t got no rap sheet

Yall niggas ain’t really had no beef

Yall niggas ain’t really clap no heat

Stop cuppin yo bitch, nigga I’mma go sleep


(Hook)

Bitch nigga you corny

Ridin round in Forgies

You ain’t even got 4 G’s

You ain’t even know 4 G’s

My Loubuittons cost 4 G’s

Bitch nigga you the police

And I don’t fuck with the police

Ridin round in Forgies with 4 G’s


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