xayna - 4 minutes lyrics
(you wanna race tonight?)
(darkspin)
(you got 4 minutes)
that boy cannot do it how i do it now
got sum racks she asking how im doing now
put some 9s in the clip my boy might shoot u down
booted now
turned him 2 a pack n now im zooted out
went n cut em from the side because they switched
i see jakes up on my 6 i put my foot down in ts
they ain’t help me from the start so they won’t ever get a split
n this chopper go r+t+rded say my name n u get hit
i been watching who i trust u cannot blame me for that sh+t
i been focused on my bands u cannot play me for no b+tch
said im lame n then they switched but now they play me in the whip
that boy talking bout some bands n showеd a k already hip
i was looking up 2 them they wеnt n let me down
u can’t set me down my brother keep a hemi out
said i can’t do that sh+t i told that boy to hear me out
said he’d come do that sh+t but still didn’t manage to get me down
but b+tch im steady now my pockets getting heavy now
drum hold 50 so my chopper getting hefty now
i shop in saks n why tf u still wear hand me downs
been known im getting rich didn’t even plan it out
i can’t even focus on my clones
n i dont need no handouts did it on my own
that b+tch fw me she know ill make the most
we aiming at ur dome na we not aiming for ur toes
stay up on my own n i ain’t fw no hoe
that lil b+tch she do the most n now she fw my bro
they been tryna bite my flow but all they sh+t sound like a joke
i been running up my bands while they still asking for a lone
[chorus]
ain’t n0body else in my position winning
send my shooter to his crib the bullets hitting
n that guy u tryna b lil b+tch i been it
want 100 bands upon your sh+t while i already seen it
money motivated want the racks i’m fienin’
seen my brothers hit some numbers now i need it
said id slide 4 them my brothers know i mean it
green tip on the bullets the xd f+ck up his demeanor
they all tell me they got racks but all they money been john cena
sliding on his block i keep a xd in the beamer
brought my brothers to the show n we gon f+ck up the arena
if he talking on my bro let the bullets hit his femur
i need all the racks and this sh+t imminent
hitting him
i’m out with the glock i’m moving militant
up the grade upon the strap your sh+t look primitive
acog on the scope might get your fitted hit
got him on the floor my head say finish him
all that talking get u gone might get your bridges hit
got no pressure from the competition
winning it
they said we going up my team always been the sh+t
lil bro why u talking like u know me
catch the opps stepping at met gala feel like lonely
set some shots out the clip n let the bullets hit ur homie
i seen sh+t in my life so only up is where im going
hit him in his leg n all his blood jus started flowing
i don’t see no competition i start this sh+t i own it
she been curving all my sh+t see my bands n start to notice
think he hit me when he dissed me choppa f+ck up the opponent
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