4 (Fast and Furious: Drift Tape/Phonk Vol 1)

This shit contagious doing dope and its killing me

Even though I know I hit the snow is you feeling me

I’m looking good twenty-three's on that flipping paint

Them twelve golds in my mouth making these bitches faint

Now can’t a **** see I ain’t got no time for games

I’m on this Hennessey and I’m quick to shoot dat thang

But fuck dat one of my young ****’ll take the charge

I’m stacking loot muthafuck looking

Behind some bars

Behind some bars

Behind some bars

Going through a thang but I gotta snap back

Give it all to God it’s the pistol, put the crack back

Stayin on my job dealin wit hatas wit a jab slap

Dealin wit this mob police watchin studio phone tapped

You best believe that I could see ya from a mile away

Thought that my girl was down sleepin wit tha enemy

Tha streets are dangerous I could be dead anyday

That’s why I’m ridin wit my dog smokin plenty hay