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Four Fingered Rings Video (MV)




Performed By: SoupKoola
Language: English
Length: 2:38
Written by: Ryheem Satchell




SoupKoola - Four Fingered Rings Lyrics
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I just need a snack to hunch
Like im sackin lunch
Step up on the scene they start actin drunk
Cracked open the lean
You know im packin' a punch
Reality feel like a dream
Spec-tac-ular
No longer lackin funds
I got a stack of ones
Tall enough to beat Kareem
Block Shaq and Duncan
Call me radio Ryheem Mookie back me up
Got on my 4 fingered rings
Brady, Branch, and Gronk
I can't complain about having a full plate
When my plan was to eat in the first place
Worst case I gotta hit the block to let it digest
You know that eat or get ate is still my mindset
I bet
That y'all watching me expecting the fall
Autumn haters tryna block me but im Steph with the ball
Hoes tryna lay-up like im Kyrie
They expecting a call
But ima player and im cocky
Don't respect em at all
I just need a snack to hunch
Like im sackin lunch
Step up on the scene they start actin drunk
Cracked open the lean
You know im packin' a punch
Reality feel like a dream
Spec-tac-ular
No longer lackin funds
I got a stack of ones
Tall enough to beat Kareem
Block Shaq and Duncan
Call me radio Ryheem Mookie back me up
Got on my 4 fingered rings
Brady, Branch, and Gronk
I just need a snack to hunch
Like im sackin lunch
Step up on the scene they start actin drunk
Cracked open the lean
You know im packin' a punch
Reality feel like a dream
Spec-tac-ular
No longer lackin funds
I got a stack of ones
Tall enough to beat Kareem
Block Shaq and Duncan
Call me radio Ryheem Mookie back me up
Got on my 4 fingered rings
Brady, Branch, and Gronk
Fresh out the county
Cuffin season is over
Just poured a 4 in my soda
Kus i dont wanna be sober
Just tried to fit a whole 8th up in my swisher just now
And it worked I took a picture
I knew id figure it out
And 8s a figurative route
Im on infinity now
Still tryna figure out how who or what im about
Well keep working
Numbers never lie that for certain
And im sure to keep my lawns mowed low for the serpents
Kus these snakes don't hiss no mo
They just call you bad bitch or lil bro
And they'll leave you in the blistering cold
But don't fold they just missing the code
Yeah yeah
But you didn't make em or raise em
Its just in their genetic make-up
Im just here to let the city know
That im still gonna rep it til im dead and im gone
You know these snakes don't hiss no mo
They just call you bad bitch or lil bro
And they'll leave you in the blistering cold
But don't fold they just missing the code
Yeah yeah
But you didn't make em or raise em
Its just in their genetic make-up
Im just here to let the city know
That im still gonna rep it til im dead and im gone
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English

I just need a snack to hunch
Like im sackin lunch
Step up on the scene they start actin drunk
Cracked open the lean
You know im packin' a punch
Reality feel like a dream
Spec-tac-ular
No longer lackin funds
I got a stack of ones
Tall enough to beat Kareem
Block Shaq and Duncan
Call me radio Ryheem Mookie back me up
Got on my 4 fingered rings
Brady, Branch, and Gronk
I can't complain about having a full plate
When my plan was to eat in the first place
Worst case I gotta hit the block to let it digest
You know that eat or get ate is still my mindset
I bet
That y'all watching me expecting the fall
Autumn haters tryna block me but im Steph with the ball
Hoes tryna lay-up like im Kyrie
They expecting a call
But ima player and im cocky
Don't respect em at all
I just need a snack to hunch
Like im sackin lunch
Step up on the scene they start actin drunk
Cracked open the lean
You know im packin' a punch
Reality feel like a dream
Spec-tac-ular
No longer lackin funds
I got a stack of ones
Tall enough to beat Kareem
Block Shaq and Duncan
Call me radio Ryheem Mookie back me up
Got on my 4 fingered rings
Brady, Branch, and Gronk
I just need a snack to hunch
Like im sackin lunch
Step up on the scene they start actin drunk
Cracked open the lean
You know im packin' a punch
Reality feel like a dream
Spec-tac-ular
No longer lackin funds
I got a stack of ones
Tall enough to beat Kareem
Block Shaq and Duncan
Call me radio Ryheem Mookie back me up
Got on my 4 fingered rings
Brady, Branch, and Gronk
Fresh out the county
Cuffin season is over
Just poured a 4 in my soda
Kus i dont wanna be sober
Just tried to fit a whole 8th up in my swisher just now
And it worked I took a picture
I knew id figure it out
And 8s a figurative route
Im on infinity now
Still tryna figure out how who or what im about
Well keep working
Numbers never lie that for certain
And im sure to keep my lawns mowed low for the serpents
Kus these snakes don't hiss no mo
They just call you bad bitch or lil bro
And they'll leave you in the blistering cold
But don't fold they just missing the code
Yeah yeah
But you didn't make em or raise em
Its just in their genetic make-up
Im just here to let the city know
That im still gonna rep it til im dead and im gone
You know these snakes don't hiss no mo
They just call you bad bitch or lil bro
And they'll leave you in the blistering cold
But don't fold they just missing the code
Yeah yeah
But you didn't make em or raise em
Its just in their genetic make-up
Im just here to let the city know
That im still gonna rep it til im dead and im gone
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Writer: Ryheem Satchell
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