4-For-4 Video (MV)

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Good beats but no rapper I'm just a fan
Got two girls in the back
They sippin' pens
But they don't smoke bud
They ain't like us
We started smoking good at fourteen
Just real ones like us

Need a lil' mama 'fore it snows
Bitch u better wipe the booger sugar off ya' nose
F*ck until she cum I make her hot then curl her toes
Girl act polite but it's all a show

Smoking' shatter bowls hot nectar
I'm eatin' Adderall peck flexer
Could barely do a ollie tech-decker
I make a single line last a measure
The boy hot like lava bitch that's a nether
Neck shiny with the treasure
Float like a feather
Don't compare me to him bitch I am better
See through your lines like burn holes in my sweater
Ask me if I'm almost done I'll say never

Almost broke but still cool cus' I'm next
My vintage shits real homie you could come check
I got this bad one n' she's real good at sex
She hit the splits so good it look like she'll break but she stretch
Sip a lil' liquor then look at me flex
Way that she dance man her hands on her chest
Friends always riding, no bikes, trek
Come to the ends dudes are fighting

I took your girl thrift shoppin' copped her some guess (Yes)
And now she's kissin' on my neck (Yes)
I hit the head n' she say "yes yes"
She say she in awe like impressed (Yes)
They always tell me I'm the best
When you're flexing and you lose you look pressed
Dumb but on cool shit bitch I'm Johnny Test
You takin L's keep them A's on my test

Man I still f*ck with the same ones from back in the day
Ask for bag in person
Get the f*ck out my face
She takin dabs bruh like five times a day
Still on the road to success bitch out my way
Owe me? I'll find a way to make you pay
Homie Got real ones who ride with the K
And they ain't worryin' 'bout catching a case (Homie)
Smokin' that gas to the face

Almost broke but still cool cus' I'm next
My vintage shits real homie you could come check
I got this bad one n' she's real good at sex
She hit the splits so good it look like she'll break but she stretch
Sip a lil' liquor then look at me flex
Way that she dance man her hands on her chest
Friends always riding, no bikes, trek
Come to the ends dudes are fighting

Man I still f*ck with the same ones from back in the day
Ask for bag in person
Get the f*ck out my face
She takin dabs bruh like five times a day
Still on the road to success bitch out my way
Owe me? I'll find a way to make you pay
Homie Got real ones who ride with the K
And they ain't worryin' 'bout catching a case (Homie)
Smokin' that gas to the face

I took your girl thrift shoppin' copped her some guess (Yes)
And now she's kissin' on my neck (Yes)
I hit the head n' she say "yes yes"
She say she in awe like impressed (Yes)
They always tell me I'm the best
When you're flexing and you lose you look pressed
Dumb but on cool shit bitch I'm Johnny Test
You takin L's keep them A's on my test

Almost broke but still cool cus' I'm next
My vintage shits real homie you could come check
I got this bad one n' she's real good at sex
She hit the splits so good it look like she'll break but she stretch
Sip a lil' liquor then look at me flex
Way that she dance man her hands on her chest
Friends always riding, no bikes, trek
Come to the ends dudes are fighting

Smoking' shatter bowls hot nectar
I'm eatin' Adderall peck flexer
Could barely do a ollie tech-decker
I make a single line last a measure
The boy hot like lava bitch that's a nether
Neck shiny with the treasure
Float like a feather
Don't compare me to him bitch I am better
I see through your lines like burn holes in my sweater
Ask me bitch when I'm gon' stop prolly never