Woo-ooh-ooh

Woo-ooh-ooh (Ha, ha)

Four by four

I'm back on road (Hey)

I'm back on go

Ooh-ooh-ooh (Damn)

Four by four

We back in mode

Lil' ****, we back for more

Woo-ooh-ooh

I'm sippin' drop

I ride my motorcycle, make her **** pop (Woah)

I'm mad conceited and they got me feelin' Wock'

I snatch them bands up, they thought they had it lock (You ain't have ****)

(Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo)

Jump up on it, ride it, got lil' B vibin' (I popped a G5)

I break her cup down and this taste is so exotic

Drop a big deposit, ****, I'm your autopilot

Woo-ooh-ooh (Ha, ha)

Four by four

I'm back on road (Hey)

I'm back on go

Ooh-ooh-ooh (Damn)

Four by four

We back in mode

Lil' ****, we back for more

Runnin' it, runnin' it, runnin' it up again

She get to chew on this **** like it's Doublemint

I'm runnin' this **** like a government (Woo, I'm doin' too much)

Told the **** sit down, she doin' too much

**** say they outside, gotta prove it to us

Them little bitty Glocks ain't movin' to us

Get rollin', ****, I put ya in a blunt

Brr-brr-brr-brr-brr-brr, okay (Ha-ha-ha)

She know too many rappers, get this **** up out my face

Brr-brr-brr-brr-brr-brr, okay (Ha-ha-ha)

She be ****, ain't got no taste

But I got a **** right now that can **** me good and pour my drank (Eat it up)

Her body must be recycled 'cause this **** ain't got no waist (Woo)

The waist good, I'm gon wife you, you can get that ring today

Pass my lean, baby, it's full lime green, baby (Yee)

Woo-ooh-ooh (Ha, ha)

Four by four

I'm back on road (Hey)

I'm back on go

Ooh-ooh-ooh (Damn)

Four by four

We back in mode

Lil' ****, we back for more

Why these lil' **** don't like me?

Why these lil' **** don't like me?

I pulled up clean in the Harley

Then I snatched off 'cause I'm way too cocky

I'm **** this, **** this, stained my shirt

Oh, damn, it stained my white tee (Damn)

Thank God my son an Aquemini

He was way too close to a Pisces

(I pull up in a Maybach truck, in a 300SL, **** it's a sightsee)

If any **** out here got a problem with the Don

I swear to God, ****, you could fight me

I'm **** this, **** this, stained my shirt

Oh, damn, it stained my white tee

And they playin' with the choppa, I'll cut a ****

I'm movin' like a young Pooh Shiesty