4 Minutes

(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 retarded say my name n u get hit

I been watching who I trust u cannot blame me for that shit
I been focused on my bands u cannot play me for no bitch
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 shit i told that boy to hear me out
Said he’d come do that shit but still didn't manage to get me down

But bitch 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 bitch 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 bitch she do the most n now she fw my bro
They been tryna bite my flow but all they shit sound like a joke
I been running up my bands while they still asking for a lone

[Chorus]
Ain't nobody else in my position winning
Send my shooter to his crib the bullets hitting
N that guy u tryna b lil bitch I been it
Want 100 bands upon your shit 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 fuck 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 fuck up the arena
If he talking on my bro let the bullets hit his femur

I need all the racks and this shit imminent
Hitting him
I’m out with the Glock I’m moving militant
Up the grade upon the strap your shit 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 shit

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 shit 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 shit I own it
She been curving all my shit see my bands n start to notice
Think he hit me when he dissed me choppa fuck up the opponent