letra de numbuh four (remix) - killfazos
numbuh four (remix) lyrics
[intro: k!llfazos]
(finlince! on the beat)
uh, uh, gang b-tch
uh, uh, gang b-tch
uh, uh, gang b-tch
gang b-tch, die
[chorus: k!llfazos]
i walk in your crib like i’m number four (four)
i’m takin’ yo’ sh-t like i’m number four (number four)
all white shoes like i’m number four (four)
blonde haired n-gga, like number four (four)
[verse 1: k!llfazos]
big ass chain like i’m from the o (uh-huh)
yo’ b-tch is a thot, she givin’ out throat (on god)
spent five bands on a moncler coat (okay)
these baggy ass jeans like i’m number four (four)
i’m a mad ass n-gga, like i’m number four (four)
i’m a bad ass n-gga, like i’m number four (four)
i got the cup, pour it up slow (slow)
and i’m with the gang, kids next door (on god)
and i’m with the gang like i’m on a show (okay)
if i do a hit, number one, blow (on god)
and we k!llin’ your ass, number two, joke (on god)
we got number threes, number four, [?] (ew)
and i be with my n-ggas, like number five (huh)
you slide with the gang, [?] y’all die
we up on a mission, my mom was like, “why?”
we takin’ yo’ sh-t, go ahead and cry (cry)
[chorus: k!llfazos]
i walk in your crib like i’m number four (uh-huh)
i’m takin’ yo’ sh-t like i’m number four (four)
all white shoes like i’m number four (like number four)
blonde haired n-gga, like number four
i walk in your crib like i’m number four
i’m takin’ yo’ sh-t like i’m number four
all white shoes like i’m number four
blonde haired n-gga, like number four
[verse 2: specxfic]
(brr) i do not care (no, huh)
look at my left hand, strap in the air (huh)
i do not know, like, where would i go? (huh, huh)
i’m with the gang, not talkin’ bout 4 (huh, huh)
i’m a real slime, i ain’t talkin’ ceo
he want a feat, he gon’ pay the fee though
indian plug in a f-ckin’ tree though
mexican plug and he got a kilo (yeah)
b-tch i’m the dog, i don’t got a tick
right, left, i step in some rick (ew)
slide and he finna die (die)
keep the .9 on my side (yeah)
i ain’t even gotta lie
heard your song and i died
i’m in the sky like a kite
that n-gga broke, he got hit with a bike
n-gga got hit with a trike
4ersona too good and they don’t like
.556 going to his stomach
i get the ball, i’ma punt it
walk in the trap with a moncler coat and some luggage
like you ain’t a man no more
i’m too high, can’t land no more
w-w-watch how i shoot, bucket, score
i got a shooter, can’t be on the go
i put slump on his head ’cause he talk on the low
[verse 3: slump6s]
i need a tissue ’cause a n-gga sick
shout-out the 4, b-tch, i’m number 6
you throwin’ some fours, call that sh-t a fit
n-gga, i’m with the 4’s, posted on the fifth
you wanna go? let’s get it
soon as i back out the pole, he sh-tted
i told my soldiers to go, they get it
that n-gga ready to rat, “he did it!”
told her that i like it bald like [?]
i play the ho like some keys, no alicia
big fat-ass chop and it’s ready to eat you
big fat-ass pockets, i ain’t sellin’ features
it’s crazy, i know two n-ggas named fazo
one got a choppa and one got a k though
i send a pack overseas like i’m kato
chop got a scope, now it’s [?]
said he got money, he ain’t gettin’ paid though
said that’s your b-tch, n-gga, that ain’t your bae though
your ho a [?], n-gga, where is your bae though?
we put a hole in his body, bagel
everything ’bout that n-gga is cap, fable
gravity makin’ him fall, mable
b-tch, i be sippin’ on syrup, maple
think she a wife, she a leg, [?]
i run in yo’ crib like i’m number six
i can’t walk out the house without grabbin’ my bl!ck
four plus five, b-tch, that equals nine, so you get a .9 to your ligament
ughh, b-tch you need a mint
my n-ggas shootin’ that sh-t, like nick
we finna catch that lil’ boy, no [?]
ten hoes in the party, that’s four plus six, b-tch
[verse 4: cheromani+]
ahh, che on the beat (ahh)
can someone tell me why we screamin’?
that ho, she p-ssed off, left her with s-m-n
i give no f-cks though, b-tch, i’m a demon
i got two white plugs, louie and leland
i got a white ho, came with some seasons
i’ll shoot a n-gga, like, what was the reason
he throwin’ up c’s, now the f-ck n-gga bleedin’
he got shot in his chest, [?]
what the f-ck goin’ on with the muhf-ckin’ beat, ho?
b-tch i’m romani, i stay with the freak hoes
told the f-ck n-gga “give me that sh-t ’cause i need those”
n-gga got locked in the pound, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout kilo
n-ggas get bagged like a chip or dorito
ho schizophrenic, she feelin’ like rino
these n-ggas be monkey, go straight from a tree though
and a [?] like taliban, b-tch, f-ck vlo
you ain’t gettin’ no [?] f-ckin’ internet treesh ho
hol’ on, i’m tired, b-tch, i need a nap
i got your ho with her face on my lap
you ain’t no trap n-gga, ho, you be cap
man, i dare a trap n-gga to walk in my trap
now that f-ck n-gga missin’, he vanished
bulletproof vest, he got left with some damage
i’ma cut a n-gga off, like, like “get him a bandage”
i be throwin’ up 4 while a lil’ n-gga dancin’, b-tch
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