Four Fifteens E

Yeah. Niggas already know what it is. P motherfucking Worthy. Yeah. This shit real. One time for my nigga Yams. Raised by niggas who was major In the eighties. Brought us up brazy. Freal Ricky babies. Taught me what I know and now I let These hoes pay me. Hopping out Mercedes. Pull up, know we gang deep. Hanging with some Crips but all them niggas know I bang P's. Thuggin' under palm trees, My bitch resemble Blondie. And I'm like Fab Five, top hat about to Swat me. Take her out to function, niggas on Her but they not me. A real pimp, some Hoes I just won't deal with. Break her 'til she broken then I fix her Up and still get money out that pussy, now That's what I call a real bitch. Counting money at the Hilton poolside make me feel Rich. Ain't no bitch. They be mad when they See a nigga stunting outchea running, getting money, Spending hundreds, yeah. They gon' be mad when they see a nigga Sliding with the riders caravan of hoes behind us, Ooh. They gon' be mad when they see I'm 'bout that action, pistol packing, never slacking, Know what's happening, yeah. They gon' be mad I'm Off the lot with the beam. Four threes, four fifteens. Fly gear, luxury eyewear. Cuban coffee, Haitian hot sauce. Let the drop floss. My niggas pop off. We not lost, we headed to the top. OT with niggas from Queens right off the block. Living off the land like I forage in the Forest. This left-handed Taurus had your bitch Acting whorish. Enormous with endurance, Throwing bullets at informants. Y'all undercover cops like bums with clean socks. I swear it's like a movie set, Uzi in The wall. Staring at the forecast, Waiting for a call. Taking shots of the fire, Plus we got shots to fire. Bagging work while we watch The Wire. Balors on like an old head. Getting new money while we spending old bread. Uh. Stefino Ricci down when we hold the beam At targets. Team is heartless up in Neiman Marcus. Ain't no rent. be mad when they see a Nigga stunting outchea running, getting money, Spending hundreds, yeah. They gon' be mad when they see a nigga Sliding with the riders caravan of hoes behind us, Ooh. They gon' be mad when they see I'm 'bout that action, pistol packing, never slacking, Know what's happening, yeah. They gon' be mad I'm Off the lot with the beam. Four threes, four fifteens.