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4 Horsemen Pt. 2 by Tokes_ec Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2021

[VERSE 1]
Let’s get it on with a new feel instead
(Yeah)
I don't think I needa put another one to bed
(Yeah)
High as fuck I'm posted in the chair we gettin' bread
(Yeah)
I just smoked up all my weed I'm knockin' off my head
(Yeah)

Tab shit in this bitch we been here hot for a minute
This boy been woofin' on his tracks he still ain't drop in a minute
He tried to tell me that they lied and he been top for a minute
I told his stupid ass to drop it take a walk for a minute

Man all these rappers tryna compete be so goofy
They talkin down on my brothas I think his brain is soupy
No one hеre is good enough to try and evеn copy Uzi
A bunch of copied over music and it got me loopy

This whole thing built without a bite (Uh)
He said its on sight (yeah)
I know I got people that gon' knock his head on flight (ok)
Bitch treat me right (right)
You might not survive (yeah)
Try to get up on my level with a lame ass reply

[VERSE 2]

Yeah lame ass reply
Bitch I'm ace high
Spend the money on my fuckin' waistline
All about the money baby I don’t waste time
Want my necklace frozen clovers but you know it takes time

Catch a opp on the gram see the snakes live
Carrot top lookin' mans get the steak knives
Ghoul boy send the vamps and the canines
Fuck what you been hearin' through the grapevine

Cause it's just how I live my life, Abbot fuck yo wife
My wife 4 a night, pourin' 4s all night
Might not see the light, but right now I feel alright
If I really die today better keep my money tight

If I really die today, keep my money outta sight
Rock a pussy I ain’t talkin' bout no fight
Rockin' fully got my cash to build my height
Sip that red
Mix the sprite
[VERSE 3]

I keep my life on a page, it’s lightweight
Growin' up, make it one eight, the birthday

And I been cooking up some food on my plate
Now it’s a date
Before you leave I take you to my place
I need cake

Carter day
He gon' fuck w it and he gon' make it bang
What a day
He supplied the goods so he gon' keep his rein
I go to you
Steady layin' shit to play 'round how we do
I’m thinkin who
When he sending me the links to his YouTube

So I say hold up a minute, been hit so hard that u fidget
You try to act like you killed it, but hold your ground like a midget
Your girl, she gettin' my digits, your world, no longer the misses
I get along w the pack, but still you runnin' your lip
I get it

I’m a morgue, burn your body till it’s molt (Till it’s molt)
I take a toke till my body feels like it’s broke (Like it broke)
Crank the heat (Crank it)
Melt me into gold (Gold)
Bojax the menace, he knocking bitches they be jokes

[VERSE 4]
I stay 10 toes don’t slip, please don’t take me for no bitch
Let those niggas talk they shit, they ain’t living how I live
If I was you I would hate the day I came up out the womb
Yous a nothing ass nigga, you content with you do?

Me and TAB we hit the booth just to show y’all how we do
Caught em' off if they be lacking ain’t no posers in the crew
He want the smoke we gone lift him up and put him next to Woo
When I get at you better not approach me with no attitude

All that shit that we been thru
Now I feel invincible
Focused on the physical
Live my life thru digital

Mind my business tho, bitch be talking tough on phone, never meet me tho

I be fucking on her friend
She a freaky hoe
Tryna turn me to her mans eh
I ain’t with it tho

You be talking goofy
Learn your role like movie
Pussy pull up to the set then we quick to shooting