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MaxThaDemon “4 Quarters” (WSHH Exclusive - Official Music Video)
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(Ace Bankz on the track) Killers and demons we posted up hoodied up, so I know feds tryna get to us All of these drugs we gon' stand over bodies so he's never living or getting up Fuck you got weapons for? I got a chop that's gon lean to me, stumble and fall over I'm on the court no assist so I move like I'm Kobe I'm ballin' through four quarters Or maybe I move like I'm Jordan if you on The court you get one like it's four quarters If you owe me money then you owe your life Picture frame have him livin' in four borders On the news leave his face on the TV If you want smoke jump outside and come see me I'm on my point like I'm CP Talkin' bout scorin' you scorin' the D-League That is not nothin' to brag about, cause I'm scorin' on big homies Always talk on your lives when you Posted with gang, so I walk with my stick on me 30 Opps 60 shots do the math everyone Catchin' two, if I miss bring the whole army All these shots be headshots like I'm playin' Black Ops Chop his face have him look like a dead zombie Have him look like a dead zombie Have his brain on the ground, there's no fiction, it's dead body If he runnin' we dead shot him They don't know that he's gone but they prayin the meds got him How could the meds try to save that boy I will not play with boy, see me and got low Bet I spot him, I got him My triggers start flockin' the shell knock the meat out his taco They call me the demon But I'm playin' cool, every bitch want a ring on it She lay me, get wetter then pools Come show what you do took my dick and go sing on it If she bring her friends then I'm bringing the gang They gon' slide I don't gotta ask If I slide then I got it The shots you can't block it Religion is drillin' don't got a mask Killers and demons we posted up hoodied up, so I know feds tryna get to us All of these drugs we gon' stand over bodies so he's never living or getting up Fuck you got weapons for? I got a chop that's gon lean to me, stumble and fall over I'm on the court no assist so I move like I'm Kobe I'm ballin' through four quarters I don't got it, then brody stop poppin' If Demon's around then I know there's some bodybags All this drillin' non stoppin' don't ask for a treaty I'm always lurkin' don't gotta ask Wanna ball? Then come guard up I don't need a battery I'm always charged up If you freeze you get marked up You get caught at the light then your cars stayin' parked up They all talk, but they know the way Max got rap it, I trap You still post on my back blocks Double fifties, a hunnids my bag always comin' and I'ma slide off to my stash spot I was there, but they raided my last spot Took all the work. Started from nothing my pockets hurt Now I'm up really up And I really don't gotta work But I'm still stackin' and trappin' work I see how they look, wanna be me You're for these drugs but I'm purgin', look creepy Why do your bitch wanna meet me 'Cause you're a goofy, want time with a demon She wanna spend time with me when you keep buggin' her I do not want any love from her Just straight to the room And then I'ma get up in her Phone on the moon ain't no buggin' her Do not disturb was my last bop King of my town where the fuck is my crown at If he droppin' addys on live I'ma slide with the guys that's where bodies get found at Fuck a 30 or 40, got 50s and 60s, we give 'em like 70 down bad We got bread like the 80's I ran up a 90 pack, under my bed is some black bags Killers and demons we posted up hoodied up, so I know feds tryna get to us All of these drugs we gon' stand over bodies so he's never living or getting up Fuck you got weapons for? I got a chop that's gon lean to me, stumble and fall over I'm on the court no assist so I move like I'm Kobe I'm ballin' through four quarters Killers and demons we posted up hoodied up, so I know feds tryna get to us All of these drugs we gon' stand over bodies so he's never living or getting up Fuck you got weapons for? I got a chop that's gon lean to me, stumble and fall over I'm on the court no assist so I move like I'm Kobe I'm ballin' through four quarters
Writer(s): Eli Gerald Haire, Marcos Corderos, Max Demon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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