Don Toliver 4X4 Lyrics
Woo-ooh-ooh
Woo-ooh-ooh (Ha, ha)
Four by four
I’m back on road (Oh yeah)
I’m back on gold
Ooh-ooh-ooh (Damn)
Four by four
We back in mode
Lil’ b****, we back for more
Woo-ooh-ooh
I’m sippin’ drops
I ride my motorcycle, make her pussy pop (Woah)
I’m mad conceited and they got me feelin’ Wock’
I snatch them bands up, they thought they had it lock (You ain’t have shit n****)
(Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo)
Jump up on it, ride it
Got lil’ b vibin’ (I pop a T, valid)
I break her cup down and this taste is so exotic
Drop a beat, deposit, b****, I’m your autopilot
Woo-ooh-ooh (Ha, ha)
Four by four
I’m back on road (Oh yeah)
I’m back on gold
Ooh-ooh-ooh (Damn)
Four by four
We back in mode
Lil’ b****, we back for more
Runnin’ it, runnin’ it, runnin’ it up again
She get to chew on this dick like it’s double mint
I’m runnin’ this shit like a government (I’m doin’ too much)
Told the b**** sit down, she doin’ too much
N****s say they outside, gotta prove it to us
Them little bitty Glock’s ain’t movin’ to us
Get rollin’, n****, I put ya in a blunt
Brr-brr-brr-brr-brr-brr, okay
She know too many rappers, get this b**** up out my face
Brr-brr-brr-brr-brr-brr, okay
She be f**kin’ broke n****s, b**** ain’t got no taste
But I got a ho right now that can f**k me good and pour my drank (Eat it up)
Her body must be recycle, ’cause this b**** ain’t got no waist (Woo)
The waist good, I’m gon wife you, you can get that ring today
Pass my lean, baby, it’s full lime green, baby (Yee)
Woo-ooh-ooh (Ha, ha)
Four by four
I’m back on road (Oh yeah)
I’m back on gold
Ooh-ooh-ooh (Damn)
Four by four
We back in mode
Lil’ b****, we back for more
Why these lil’ n****s don’t like me?
Why these lil’ n****s don’t like me?
I pulled up clean in the Harley
Then I snatched off ’cause I’m way too cocky
I’m f**kin this (F**kin’ this), stained my shirt
Oh damn, it stained my white tee (Damn)
Thank God my son an Aquemini, he was way too close to a Pisces
(I pull up in a Maybach truck, in the three hunnid inside, n**** it’s a sight see)
If any n**** out here got a problem with the Don
I swear to God, n****, you could fight me
I’m f**kin this (F**kin’ this), stained my shirt
Oh damn, it stained my white tee
I been playin’ with the choppa, I’ll cut a muhf**ker
I’ll move like a young Pooh Shiesty