4 BAGS

[Intro]
(Estoy trabajando para morir)
Aye man
Working out the mud four bags in my hand (Four, four)
Nike dope runners same color xan, aye
(Wake up F1LTHY)

[Chorus]
Walking out the store, four bags in my hand
Nike dope runners same color as some Xans
20 dollar bill, pussy popping handstand
Glo Money Road, baby pass the rubber band
Walking out the store, four bags in my hand
Nike dope runners same color as some Xans
20 dollar bill, pussy popping handstand
Glo Money Road, baby pass the rubber band

[Verse]
At my momma crib, all this guap look nice
Heard you fuck with 12, whole neighborhood cry
Working out the mud, dope runner hitch a car
Say you play with Glocks laugh a lot, I play with thots
I'm on 6th street with a Glock and a thot
No bullshit can't even entertain the thought
On the freeway speeding like a raceway
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, prrr, Louis AK
Aye, designer clips my hoes designer witch
Tahoe pulling up doing tricks
Fours up nigga throwing doors up
7s in the sky Kane pouring Fours up
Woah, woah, wrist still bleed
Haunted house still tweak
And my bitch still geek
Says she wants the Percs and her ass still geeking

[Chorus]
Walking out the store, four bags in my hand
Nike dope runners same color as some Xans
20 dollar bill, pussy popping handstand
Glo Money Road, baby pass the rubber band
Walking out the store, four bags in my hand
Nike dope runners same color as some Xans
20 dollar bill, pussy popping handstand
Glo Money Road, baby pass the rubber band