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4oeracks - what they thinking? lyrics

eight walls with four n+ggas, i was sitting in that cell
pops told me live conscious, but you bet not go to jail
matter fact, i wonder what he thinking, i know he hot as h+ll

you could show a n+gga love & still watch them run and tell

i see these n+ggas really rats they reminding me of ratatouille
sitting in a dorm on lockdown, this sh+t stupid foolish
i know i got motion they cant hold me cause im destined to do this
bag talk, i just made a twenty then i f+cking blew it

f+ck weed, f+ck the cup & f+ck the perks, but we need it all
longlive twin auntie, f+ck them pills laced with fentanyl
f+ck the world, f+ck the laws and f+ck them cases
cause i beat them all
score gang, making plays in charlotte like lamelo ball

stick shift, hit the clutch i′m still smashing in this whip
she ripped the loaf out my amiri’s she ain′t asking for a tip
(aye) hit stick, it’s time to blitz sh+t like linebackers
got me coming down the pipe with big hits like urlacker

all facts up in my rhymes i’m spitting sh+t with no cap on
free smac, he kept it solid, held us up like he a backbone
fn′s with blue+tips, i′m super strapped in each and every zone
screaming longlive granny she hit the spot making neckbones
the d.a trying to build cases, so hit my line from off the pay phone
n+ggas rats we gotta clear the smoke and quickly get them gone
b+tches for da birds, a set you up, you better watch your hoe
i guess i really get them drugs shipped east from, uhh, so and so

noodle knockers come from china town & get to ripping sh+t
lil baby said she on her period but i can suck her tits
little do she know i’m k4 and i ain′t kicking it
these b+tches know i love canes, so run me bread & chicken strips

eight walls with four n+ggas, i was sitting in that cell
pops told me live conscious, but you bet not go to jail
matter fact, i wonder what he thinking, i know he hot as h+ll
you could show a n+gga love & still watch them run and tell

stick shift, hit the clutch i’m still smashing in this whip
she ripped the loaf out my amiri′s she ain’t asking for a tip
(aye) hit stick, it′s time to blitz sh+t like linebackers
got me coming down the pipe with big hits like urlacker

- 4oeracks lyrics

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