Tyler - Fours! lyrics
[Tyler - Fours! lyrics]
Rollin' in my town, Glock be my firearm
Drivin' reckless with a QP in the car
Rockstar, play a bitch, like a guitar
Rockstar, I'm a take off to the stars
Smokin' woods and my bro he be poppin' bars
Swear to god, these pussy boys don't want war
Heard he talkin' down
Bring it to his front door
Aj pouring whole pints
Y'all be pouring fours
Sippin' lean, I don't sip Coors
I don't wear Versace, or Michael Koors
I be ballin' out, but I'm not on the court
Fuck a case, fuck a judge, and fuck a court
I stay cautious, gotta stay on alert
In a vert, gucci on the T shirt
In the field, you watchin' from the bleachers
Broke or dead I don't wanna be either
IDB a gang full of Grim Reapers
My dope be louder than some speakers
Yeah, yeah your bitch a speaker
Dick in her mouth, now she not speakin'
I be stackin' up, and y'all dreamin'
Go get off your ass, and start scheming
Winter time, designer coats
And y'all freezin'
Yeah, y'all really can't be us
Yeah, no I don't wanna discuss
Shooters pull up, and they gonna bust
So many snakes, I can't have trust
So many people switched up
Yeah, now it's just us
Yeah, only people that I trust
Yeah, she want the money I'm not dumb
Yeah, AR 100 round drum
Rollin' in my town, Glock be my firearm
Drivin' reckless with a QP in the car
Rockstar, play a bitch, like a guitar
Rockstar, I'm a take off to the stars
Smokin' woods and my bro he be poppin' bars
Swear to god, these pussy boys don't want war
Heard he talkin' down
Bring it to his front door
Aj pouring whole pints
Y'all be pouring fours
Drivin' reckless with a QP in the car
Rockstar, play a bitch, like a guitar
Rockstar, I'm a take off to the stars
Smokin' woods and my bro he be poppin' bars
Swear to god, these pussy boys don't want war
Heard he talkin' down
Bring it to his front door
Aj pouring whole pints
Y'all be pouring fours
Sippin' lean, I don't sip Coors
I don't wear Versace, or Michael Koors
I be ballin' out, but I'm not on the court
Fuck a case, fuck a judge, and fuck a court
I stay cautious, gotta stay on alert
In a vert, gucci on the T shirt
In the field, you watchin' from the bleachers
Broke or dead I don't wanna be either
IDB a gang full of Grim Reapers
My dope be louder than some speakers
Yeah, yeah your bitch a speaker
Dick in her mouth, now she not speakin'
I be stackin' up, and y'all dreamin'
Go get off your ass, and start scheming
Winter time, designer coats
And y'all freezin'
Yeah, y'all really can't be us
Yeah, no I don't wanna discuss
Shooters pull up, and they gonna bust
So many snakes, I can't have trust
So many people switched up
Yeah, now it's just us
Yeah, only people that I trust
Yeah, she want the money I'm not dumb
Yeah, AR 100 round drum
Rollin' in my town, Glock be my firearm
Drivin' reckless with a QP in the car
Rockstar, play a bitch, like a guitar
Rockstar, I'm a take off to the stars
Smokin' woods and my bro he be poppin' bars
Swear to god, these pussy boys don't want war
Heard he talkin' down
Bring it to his front door
Aj pouring whole pints
Y'all be pouring fours