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four50 - and 3 "wtc4" lyrics

(intro)
yeah
and three, by the way (huh)
sh+t don’t stop..
whole lotta yellow in this mother f+cker
we grinched out (hmm)
we ain’t getting no job
((and this beat from cash, not from youtube))

(chorus)
i’m in the coupe yeah that’s me in the g
give me that mata, it sound like a beat box
told me he trappin he stuck on a re+
i walk around wit a bag not a big knot
gdow pow pow lil n+gga we don’t kick box
internet thug get blocked from the block
bro locked down with a lock in his sock
free the whole gang from up top
(uhh. uhh. yeah. yeah.)

(verse 1)
free the whole g, they was banging the g
yellow rain 3 make it pour on the streets
dior demon got you right on my feet
t+o+c she got a man, i’ma creep
two+k twenty+one wicked, yellow bad b+tch light picky (uhh uhh)
never geeked up for a mission
too much i’m a really risk it (yeah yeah)
i ride around with a ooda maneuver
got me a coupe and she want me to scuba
dive in that p+ssy, i pass you to buddha
that loser was never a loser, been throwing up dub since a junior
you ain’t gone shoot lil n+gga, then pass it
you ain’t gone trap lil n+gga, don’t bag it
natural bread n+gga, don’t snap it. cap it
o+i+p n+gga the mother f+ckin captain
i was out serving that crunch (uh huh)
while that lil boy tried to stunt (uh huh)
now that f+ck boy in the blunt (uh huh. yeah. yeah)
y+s+l bro want to be a gunner
i tried to show the bro the business
but he rather run up and done em
don’t be calling my personal phone if it’s about business
i ain’t kidding
feds be watching, pick us like cotton
cuz jail the closest thing (to what), to us picking cotton (uhh)
slave mentality, back to reality
i went to win on my own and they mad at me
die for my people, i know they gone blast for me
from the big apple, the core was rotten
hoping the work [?]
fast money got me wanting it moved
rainin on my fellow yellows
whole life know we done poured (yeah)
(chorus)
i’m in the coupe yeah that’s me in the g
give me that mata, it sound like a beat box
told me he trappin, he stuck on a re+
i walk around wit a bag, not a big knot
gdow pow pow, lil n+gga we don’t kick box
internet thug get blocked from the block
bro locked down with a lock in his sock
free the whole gang from up top

(outro)

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