Rich Fingerss - Four Deep

Light bars
Light bars
Got my partners with me fo’ deep
Got my partners with me fo’ deep
Bring the Chevy to a slow creep
Got my partners with me fo deep’
If I pop another perc imma OD
Then I pull up on the block where they know me
Vacuum seal nigga cut the pack that’s a slow leak
40 cal packed tight we don’t call the police
Death Row murder was the case that they told me
Get up in they face something great Bo told me
Shawty like it rough so you know I can’t trust But I had to hit her with the leg drop Hulk Hogan
Rich make her bed rock and I get the bows in
Game in the head lock mama said I’m chosen
Niggas cut from the cloth of the towel that they throwed in
All you hear is pow from the booth when I go in
Toe tag eeny meeny miny put ya toes in
Polls in nigga top two how I’m flowin’
Not two
If I had receipts niggas stole them
Potion got a nigga leanin’ and I’m potent
Golden made em listen up when I spoken
Motion I had to go get it while they hopin’
Notice Fingerss set the wave Billy Ocean
I ain’t gotta say nothin’ time gone expose them
SS let the seat back when I’m rollin’
Ice on my chest keep my heart so frozen
Mama said the street lights mean I had to go in
Whole gang knee high we was out postin’
Gettin’ outta pocket yea but Sco snuck a pole in
Told shawty I ain’t cheat I just put the code in
Floatin’ slidin’ yo friend tied in
Tryin to get bent while ridin’
Lyin’ actin’ like she high end
My friend she burnt out on my end
Bring the Chevy to a slow creep
Got my partners with me fo deep’
If I pop another perc imma OD
Then I pull up on the block where they know me
Vacuum seal nigga cut the pack that’s a slow leak
40 cal packed tight we don’t call the police
Death Row murder was the case that they told me
Get up in they face something great Bo told me
Yea
I gotta feed the block
Got the pack hid I bet you smell it from my sock
Bring them racks in and buy my niggas out them locks
Being a rat in but we look at you like a cop
Won’t stop can’t stop
Leave a nigga brain hot
Leave a nigga stained up make him put them chains up
Walkin’ back and forth got old
Now a nigga walkin’ round like I hit the lotto
Bad ho movin’ like a genie in a bottle
Rub her three times then I leave the ho sleep
Then I gotta run she ain’t never caught up
I’m havin fun most of these niggas scared movin’ with a gun
I move around with a knot and my son
I moved around this whole world like the sun
I’m always on yo ho head like a bun
I made some pros when they labeled them cons

Written by:
Trorye Jones

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find