4G’s

[Hook: TeeCee4800] Bitch nigga you corny Ridin' round in the Forgies You ain't even got four G's You ain't even know four G's My Louboutins cost four G's Bitch nigga you the police And I don't fuck with the police Ridin' round in the Forgies, with four 4G's [Verse 1: TeeCee4800] Ayy it's T.C. the Loc, got money got weed Got promethazine and a lot of Robin Jeans I stay fly my nigga, I do this shit on the daily You stay broke my nigga, you do that shit on the daily I woke up thought being broke was borin' So I robbed a couple houses in Torrance Cashed out, on a foreign Pull up to any bitch I'm scorin' Uh you know I stay with them fly kicks You know I stay with a fly bitch And you can try to bag her But every time you do she be like [Hook: TeeCee4800] Bitch nigga you corny Ridin' round in the Forgies You ain't even got four G's You ain't even know four G's My Louboutins cost four G's Bitch nigga you the police And I don't fuck with the police Ridin' round in the Forgies, with four 4G's [Verse 2: E-40] Zappboard beneath the ashtray, woofers in the back Water in the duals make loud glass pack Sogliano tippy toes twenty-fours chrome Bought a set of pirelli's and left the stickers on Skippin' down ave with the beat on blam Soundin' like a motherfuckin' summer jam Fat bank roll, my pockets pregnant Both of them twins, they need a c-section My Feddi lengthy like 40 career, hustlin' Granddaddy purp in the air, hoverin' Zonin' like a motherfucker, high as a quail Bluntpower spray to get rid of the smell [Hook: TeeCee4800] Bitch nigga you corny Ridin' round in the Forgies You ain't even got four G's You ain't even know four G's My Louboutins cost four G's Bitch nigga you the police And I don't fuck with the police Ridin' round in the Forgies, with four 4G's [Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign] Four G's, two bottles at Greystone Smokin', getting my drink on Threw four G's on your baby momma Secret Sunday's now she at the My Cabana Four G's for the bill at Katana Thousand tip for the waitress I'm a baller Shot caller, 64 Impala Don dadda, me and Ace Obama Faded at the Grammy's with the G-pen Dolla sign kush, I'm reekin' Yeah I smell like Kesha You niggas corny, like tortillas [Hook: TeeCee4800] Bitch nigga you corny Ridin' round in the Forgies You ain't even got four G's You ain't even know four G's My Louboutins cost four G's Bitch nigga you the police And I don't fuck with the police Ridin' round in the Forgies, with four 4G's [Verse 4: Charley Hood] I'm on my bullshit spittin' like two clip Got your bitch on my pool table doin' splits How them niggas actin'? Spoiled like they trappin' I'm from 10-4 street none of that happenin' Me and my niggas, burnt out All fly shit, all ru'd out Talkin' reckless? Nigga outside your mouth Gone ahead and get you pistol whipped like bloom blaow No tough talk you ain't got no rap sheet Y'all niggas ain't really had no beef Y'all niggas ain't really clap no heat Stop cuffin' your bitch, nigga come approach me! [Hook: TeeCee4800] Bitch nigga you corny Ridin' round in the Forgies You ain't even got four G's You ain't even know four G's My Louboutins cost four G's Bitch nigga you the police And I don't fuck with the police Ridin' round in the Forgies, with four 4G's