letra de fourth to the duece - mdot ebk
grrah grrah, boom
man, free bg so f-ckin’ slime man
rip [?]
drop my 4s. get sent to the f-ckin’ lord
[verse: mdot]
if you got a gun, up it
hear ya’ll n-ggas be buggin’ for nothin’
.30’s or better, n-gga i get to cluchin’
smokin’ on eazy this sh-t got me bussin’
you ain’t spin no blocks, stop makin’ these tracks
eddie a b-tch, and jojo a rat
[?] got shot, and never got back
beam on this gun so don’t get hit in your back
and ya’ll n-ggas keep sayin’ my name, and ya’ll n-ggas just hopped off the porch
p-ssy lil’ n-ggas ain’t put in no pain
runnin’ up get hit wit’ this torch
is you dumb, i gotta walk wit’ my gun
catch lil’ [?] we gon’ put em’ in a trunk
ayo lock go spinnin’ for fun
.30’s n’ better gon’ sound like a drum
[verse 2: eddie gz – mdot ebk ]
[?] i keep me a heater
tryna run i back out the nina
.40 so big it sound like a speaker
he was talkin’ on cream, but he sent him to meet him
and it’s 3rd to the 4th but i f-ck wit’ my duece
kdot wit’ me, he gon’ shake up the room
baddie wit’ me and she holdin’ the duece
when we spin through the s, man you know what we do
[verse 3: moreno 157]
yeah you know it ain’t shootin’ from deep
get up close knock em’ off his feet
i’m smokin’ on smelly mix it with the e
you better have sally if you buggin’ wit’ me
you don’t wanna get sent to the lord, if it’s beef i’m knockin’ at your door
takin’ one of the mine, i’m takin’ 4 of yours
(mdot) i got me a chop, i’m tryna up the score
and you know i could never lack
run up on me, it’s a new pack
your b-tch she a thottie, i’m blowin’ out her back
if i don’t got it, backin’ out the strap
you ain’t gang, don’t give me a dap
disrespect me, you gettin’ slapped
in love with the money, so i’m in the trap
wherever i go, i’m walkin’ wit’ a strap
[verse 4: eddie gz – mdot ebk – moreno 157]
eddie gz, imma shoot wit’ that left
and your b-tch, i’m makin’ her wet
f-ckin’ around, you get hit wit’ this tec
and it’s free bg, b-tch he shoot like he steph
me n’ eddie 2 deep on a mission, spinnin’ the s, catch a crip then we blitz em’
see a opp, an you know i ain’t missin’, f-ck all the opps cause you know that they b-tches
she a freak, she gon’ slide wit’ her best friend, and you know she throwing the neck in
just wanna f-ck, no i ain’t watchin’ no netflix
no i been itchin’ to be smokin’ on eric
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