nigga cypher 4

[Verse 1: dime!]
(Uhh) I ain't really pressed about it (Uh-uh-uhh)
Talkin' down on me, Ima shoot a fuckin' (Shoot a fuckin')
That's what's I was saying man
Talkin', we gon' spray again
Nigga keep on playing man
Like what you tryna do?
Dammit I can't flow, crusi the flow, Ima stand back and shoot
Who are you?
Talkin' down, lil bro on that too
Put him on the screen, now we smokin' on his pack
Nigga, we gon' take his life, and he ain't gon' get it back
Put the hole into his face
We gon' make a hunnid K
Nigga don't get no plays
Nigga, you are definitely fake nigga
Makin' sound, we pull the trigger
My racks they be multiplying, my racks getting bigger

[Verse 2: Venthan]
Making racks, making gold
Loggin' off, goin' ghost
I just made ten million same number as my fuckin' toes
Motherfuckers grounded
Makin' cash, we count it
Said he makin' moves, going big, bitch, I doubt it
Wha-what the fuck, what the-what the fuck
He was outta luck-luck-luck-luck
Guess we're out of fun
Told that bitch we're done
Bitch, I fuckin' won
(That's it bro, you fuckin' lose)

[Verse 3: gunk]
Turn 'em off like switch in Nintendo
I be whippin' shit, I hop up in a Benzo
I'm on the nigga cypher hangin' wit' my friends, yuh
He don't know who he talkin' to, I had to let 'em know
I don't like people who don't fuck wit' the—
If he talkin' down then I know he is a—
Try to get one clout but it's super loud
Tryna get wit' me, but you can't get with the gang

[Verse 4: 1crusafix]
A-a-and we smoke his pack
Doin' cypher 4, bitch you know we fuckin' comin' back-ba-back
(Bu-bullet in the fucking chamber) We let it blast
He keep talkin' on the net, we gon' stop his tracks
Pull up wit' dat blade, we gon' have to run his fade
Needler, needler, you not fuckin' safe
I don't need it, I-I-I-I don't need it now
Tired of speakin', I-I don't wanna hear it now

[Verse 5: breakupbreakdown]
I-I-I said what you doin' bro?
Posted up with dime (dime)
I know it's hard, believe (Ah-ah)
(I'm so fucking tired, I just wanna go to sleep)
M-me and bro, yeah we on the cypher
It's time to grow up, bitch, you wearing diapers
Roll it back (Ah-ah-ahh)
Throw a pack (Ah-ah-ahh)
Big square (Ah-ah-ahh)
You mad (Ah-ah-ahh)

[Verse 6: c4pri & dime!]
(Wtf)
Fe-fella you don't want a problem
Why you hatin? Bitch I see you at the bottom
I-if you talkin' down on dime, we gon' rob him
He got issues I don't think that we could solve them
Ma-makin' money, I-I don't see you doing that
I don't even care 'bout what they say, I'm never going back
Ironically wasn't even good at doing that
If you talkin' down on gang, we gon' end his ass
I'm wit' c4pri, that's my gang
Nigga ho, all you nigga lame
Got the chop right in the back, we go in for zain
You keep talking on my bro, it's the last time we're gon' hear your name
​c4pri is my gang, that's my slat
If you talking down then you get whacked
Spray my opps, blow his choppas in the back
Talk on c4pri, put him in a pack
Talkin' down, your music's whack
When I see an opp, I'm sprayin'-sprayin'-prayin'
(Sprayin' wit' dat gat)

[Verse 7: akkiro]
Bitch I'm posted wit' my gat-gat
In the cut wit' dime, bitch you know that that's my slat-slat
Ta-talkin' down, bitch you know that you get sma-a-acked
4th cypher, yeah you know we comin' back-back
Yuh, he get no money, bitch he broke as fuck
Yuh, he get no number, bitch he outta luck
Bitch I'm-bitch I'm-bitch I'm wit' the gang, yeah we count it up
Yuh, bitch you know our name, yeah you know it's us

[Verse 8: rainglol]
There's something you not telling me
I can't do no harm, I can't do another felony
She pullin' my arm, saying go back to the better me
You gon' get blacked out, if you ever try to threaten me
You could get cooked off wit' a G-19, I know the recipe
I let there be APE on me, it's so accessory
I pour up the Wok, my cup it bleeds, when you stress wit' me
I pull up and smoke up on my weed, so you can't get to me
You can't get up next to me, 'cause you're a fuckin'— (Nigga)
I just popped an ecstasy, my problems gettin'— (Nigga)
I might pull the trigger 'cause the chopper is a— (Nigga)
I'ma shoutout dime, that's my twin, yeah that's my— (Nigga)

[Verse 9: cld]
(Yo-you can't do it like I do)
(Got these bands, countin' blues)
(You not gang, I don't fuck wit' you)
(Got these calls that don't go through)
(Yo-you can't do it like I do)
(Got these bands, countin' blues)
(You not gang, I don't fuck wit' you)
(Got these calls that don't go through)
Yo-you can't do it like I do
Got these bands, countin' blues
You not gang, I don't fuck wit' you
Got these calls that don't go through
Yeah, that's facts, yeah that's all true
Hop in the zoom, now you're screwed
Take your car outside, I'm not saying you think I'm you

[Verse 10: yinon]
Pu-pu-pussy boy, he actin' like a gunned down
Does he really wanna find out?
Wha-whatever
I-I keep a Glock and that beam with a mag
That boy's not real, you know the capper
He talkin', he get smacked up
So he better not act up
Best not get me madder
Ge-get this money now we addin' up
And you that I just cannot give no fucks
And I know you know your music really sucks
(Wha-whatever)

[Verse 11: prkr blu]
Yeah, I pull the fuckin' trigger
Yeah, I'm makin' profit and my pockets gettin' thicker
Why the fuck y'all complaining? I'm only gettin' richer
Yeah, you could call me the best cause I'm a fuckin' winner
Winner, winner, winner, winner, you just wanna be me
Me and taco hop up on the track, we make a symphony
Winner, winner, winner, winner, you just wanna be me
Takin' all these percs, man, I might just go crazy

[Verse 12: luvendz]
Glo-glocky came wit' a switch
Give a fuck, cause I got rich
Choppa came and it split him
Wow, he gon' die, yeah
I'm so alive
Bitch, I can't waste my time
Bitch, I'm, gettin' my racks up
Get my bag-bag up
Pourin' up Wockhardt, sip too much I get lean gut
I swear, that you niggas be rats
No I don't care, I'm not tryna make my life wo-worse
(I'm just tryna make it all last)

[Verse 13: funny]
(Ahh) I can't take it
Put the (ahh), wit' the (Ahh), and you're famous
Get a beat, with the beat, I still lame it
Get a job, get some motherfuckin' payment
(Ohh) I don't give a fucking— (Quack)
All these bitches on my— (Quack)
USB all in my— (Quack, quack, quack; La, la, la)
I'ma carry you
FL Studio over Ableton, that's the scary truth
And if there's a zombie inside the stu then that's a scary booth

[Verse 14: crusey]
We gon-we gon' take you off the map
Bitch, I'm in my bag
Run up you get smacked ('Acked)
I feel like a let down
Bitch, I'm in my bag now
I'm aimin' for his head now
(Ahh) Put a bullet in his chest
Not on top, but I wanna be the best!
(E-e-e) Why you bug me like a pest?
Baby, it's nine o'clock, when we gon' have sex?

[Verse 15: ihuhalo]
Niggas talkin' shit
Call out my boy mabu, he gon' put you on a list
Keep my name out of yo lips
Y'all already know how I get it
Your music's fuckin' trash
I think that you should quit
Caught that boy, I'm run up on the picture
We gon' let the boy in, cause that is a— (Nigga)
Get right to the bread, I'm a money getter
Bitch, she in my DM's, I can't fold for a switcher

[Verse 16: Woxied]
They said there's a staple on my paper
We don't give ain't no fucks ahead
Yeah, we only here for facts
Talkin' down and we blow his entire face
Ain't no switchin' to the goons
With the gang, yeah we countin' up the funds
He was goin' up, your music ain't for everyone
It's okay to be my son
Another region, I made one
Should of took the side and your career is done
Is always sit there laughing but you never fucking won
Don't respond
All these cars just close on me, y'all just spawn 'em in