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ynw melly - the four lyrics

[intro]
ayy
i lie
ha, i be turning up on this sh+t i swear to god, n+gga
who the f+ck like, for real
ow, young n+gga world, ah
i just bump on that b+tch on the counter

[verse]
ayy, wait, slatt
she want me to nut on her face
i wanna nut on the b+tch
but only inside the way
she say she love lil’ melly
and when she with me she be safe
but b+tch ain’t with me right now
so he gotta bust on your face
i load up the motherf+cking k, ayy
then i’ma unload the glock, ayy
better if i unload the glock, uh
one of these b+tches get popped
and if that lil’ b+tch don’t get popped
i promise we gon’ make the news
hunnids inside of my right pocket and i promise all of them blue
they said there’s like four more, they said like four of ’em
the grid, i’m grow on ’em
these b+tches gon’ f+ck some, suck the d+ck i’ma blow you up
i’ma give you a shout out, on instagram you can get some clout
tell that b+tch “let me hold on, wait a minute, let a n+gga bust inside your mouth”
hold up wait, b+tch i’m still scamming
let a n+gga know what’s in your bank account
racks on me, racks on me, racks on me
shawty said she love calling these birds on me
and i, had a phone on the track, i wrote
on the four, yeah, the magni gold
and i really want the k to have a scope
he want a knife on it, but it still dough
with the white, with the white just like the po’
like no, all these p+ssy n+ggas talking like they know
but they weren’t with us when a young n+gga was po’
ha, oh, catch you slipping, always say you from the four
uh, that sh+t gon’ scam p+ssy boy i hope you know
but i f+ck with a couple n+ggas from the four
’cause they don’t go, they gon’ put it to your door
ayy, ayy, but if you ain’t with it lil’ b+tch then f+ck ya
promise i want the p+ssy to suffer
promise that choppa gon’ eat her for sup’
promise that my pocket, then a blubber
promise my pocket then motherf+cker
f+ck on your mother, i’m home motherf+cker
i shoot at your top, i shoot at your brother, d+mn
say he cut throat, i ain’t even from duva, what’s up though
shawty say she love me ’cause she see the rains
shawty say she love me ’cause a thousand times
shawty known a young n+gga rich
all these b+tches on a young n+gga d+ck
young n+gga world, we on a young n+gga sh+t
we totin’ 50 rounds don’t even f+ck with d+cks
you try to sn+tch some sh+t, i bet your ass get hit
play with the clique, i bet your ass prolly end up inside a ditch
don’t give a f+ck about a p+ssy or a snitch
’cause all these n+ggas tryna do is just get rich
that boy’ll prolly sell his soul for a thousand bullets
don’t give no f+u+x, don’t give a thousand f+cks
about a p+ssy ass n+gga ’cause they already know
that young n+gga world ’boutta blow
ayy, f+ck on that b+tch then make that hoe touch her toes
huh, ayy, shoot that lil’ b+tch, like weed we gon’ grow
i’m not keeping them guns, you know we gon’ glow
i’m not keeping them guns, you know we gon’ glow, huh, huh
[?]
[outro]
aight save that sh+t, keep it up

- ynw melly lyrics

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