Mr. BaD - 4 SEATER

I'm in 4 seater
Chopper ride passenger
It's The soul reaper
Cold ether
Make it make sense
Cause ion know either
Told people
Just to leave me be
Drank this whole 40oz
Suppressing demons I could free
Give me all the fucking grief
Til I make ya mama grieve ya
My eyes and demeanor say it all
Non believer
Concrete master chief
And ion even need the beat
Blood thicker than what
We can test it when I bleed em

Blood this game got you niggas
Tryna play like it's a respawn
We reached our capacity
Sorry no room these boys
In this sport
Politics from the hood don't do
Detours
We mean more business
Office attire when you meet ours
We peel off vicious
I double back
And reassure y'all victims
Catch mad shots like
I'm out of control with liquor
Ya bars be tender
The dog let it bark at niggas
That bitch loud group of ratchet bitches
And I don't act the gimmicks just keep that shit
Social distance
I'm sick already
Of these fakes and frauds
My conscience it ain't as heavy
As it would be fucking with y'all
Don't the hunter keep a rifle
Let 'em run a few yards
Then bitch it's over with
Sold the grip
Sike what you stupid
I'll overdose with it
Control a fit
Fuck it just slump him over
And roll a spliff
We know the shits
None and I mean none can fuck with it
It's Savo gang bitch I'm the Hefe
I'm on the road in a

4 seater
Chopper ride passenger
It's The soul reaper
Cold ether
Make it make sense
Cause ion know either
Told people
Just to leave me be
Drank this whole 40oz
Suppressing demons I could free
Give me all the fucking grief
Til I make ya mama grieve ya
My eyes and demeanor say it all
Non believer
Concrete master chief
And ion even need the beat
Blood thicker than what
We can test it when I bleed em

Written by:
CHARLES ROCKER

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