Dev Zero - Four Ways (feat. Clay Frazer) Lyrics

I got these bands in my pocket I be cooking different plays
Caught the uppy and it hit see how I cash out same day
All in the trap nigga bet imma get it 4 ways
(See we running through packs) we ain't taking no breaks
Cash in a safe
Cutting up in the place
Bad lil bitch get up in her everyday
All in the trap nigga bet imma get it 4 ways
(See we running through packs) we ain't takin no breaks

Rock out when I pop out tell me whatchu sayin
Niggas talkin out they mouth like they don't got a brain
On my waist a glock for all the opps and it hold 20 casings
Pull up imma blow it leave yo body leaking on the pavement
Since I was young I been stuck in my ways
Can't name no bitch that I would ever chase
Up on the block where I would get paid
Kno that I would see better days
223 Wont leave a trace
Swear that these niggas be bitch made
Step on the clutch in a white CLA
Wanna be down I see you imitate (They pussy)
Imma stake out really lay low they gon bring the yellow tape out
How we hit ya corner back to back gon see that we don't play round
Bout my business in a sprinter I ain't caught up in a greyhound
Wanna see just how living don't get caught up in the way now

I got these bands in my pocket I be cooking different plays
Caught the uppy and it hit see how I cash out same day
All in the trap nigga bet imma get it 4 ways
(See we running through packs) we ain't taking no breaks
Cash in a safe
Cutting up in the place
Bad lil bitch get up in her everyday
All in the trap nigga bet imma get it 4 ways
(See we running through packs) we ain't takin no breaks

I just made 1800 off this jugg no tequila
With a bad senorita I bet niggas wanna meet her
Glock like a beaper (Blrrrr) going off the waist
All my niggas Derrick jeter, always on a base

Made waves in the kitchen cooking shona, with the pot
Gotta stir a lil mix and then I serve it while it's hot
10 Toe never ran from a nigga in a spot
Brody said just stick to rapping we going f*ck up all the opps

F*ck that they my opps too so what you wanna do
G and Smokey in a Benz that's 2 niggas who going shoot
I'm like bbking I get the blues, then I sing the blues
On the block Bentley or the mazi tell me what's the mood

How you shot at ya own mans I swear these niggas be unloyal
How that nigga fed you and you stole from him where ya morals
Niggas get to talking like a bitch when we get in quarrels
Ion trust em bullet holes in em color of some sorrel