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Lyrify.me

4ofUs by Killjoi Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2019

[Chorus]
It's snakes in the grass
I just sit back and count up the cash
I'm in the store doing digital dash
Whatever you want you can get you a bag
I'm getting things I that I never could have
I share the blessings I never could brag
Cheese on them niggas I'll never be mad
Going out sad I can never do that
Never was that
Coupe real low but the doors is up
I'm in the cut it's the four of us
She wanna link but she know wassup
No more pills ain't rolled enough
Tryna get right I'm old enough
Champagne toast I'll pour it up
Use your legs can't hold you up
Money, power soak it up

[Verse 2]
That ain't right
Money old like Betty White
Beef is for my appetite
Diamonds shine without a light
I wrote this no copyright
Find a ride I can't spend a night
Gang on the roof like satellites
These little niggas parasites, parasites
Everyone love me to keep it a bean
Don't like that nigga he look like a scheme
I made it out wasn't part of my genes
Now i put Balmains on all of my jeans
Wanted her now she want me
Did it all by my lonely
Pick it up ain't no fumblings
It's really crazy how i run things
No good deed's
I serve feinds
What you need
Come with me
You need plugs?
I got three
Guaranteed
Come and see
I did things you won't believe
I done seen what you ain't seen
Shit was deep at 17
We done keeped a lot of green
[Verse 3]
I am the slickest nigga that i know
I ain't going out like niggas hoes
You got one well I'll make it dos
I'm still wiling just to let you know
I'm still smiling just to let you know
Pick your casket eenie meenie miney moe
In a jeep I ain't got a door
Never ever tripping off a hoe
Someone save me
My head going crazy
I lose faith like daily
If I work is you gon pay me
I've been feeling sicker lately
These distractions got me lazy
Got my stomach feeling shaky
And my vision feeling hazy

[Chorus]
It's snakes in the grass
I just sit back and count up the cash
I'm in the store doing digital dash
Whatever you want you can get you a bag
I'm getting things I that I never could have
I share the blessings I never could brag
Cheese on them niggas I'll never be mad
Going out sad I can never do that
Never was that
Coupe real low but the doors is up
I'm in the cut it's the four of us
She wanna link but she know wassup
No more pills ain't rolled enough
Tryna get right I'm old enough
Champagne toast I'll pour it up
Use your legs can't hold you up
Love and money soak it up