Four I need some more
Go lock the door
Need the four
Pour some more (yeah)
Pour the four
Lock the door (yeah yeah)
I need some more
I need some more (uh huh)
Fanta on rocks
I chop the blocks
I got the rocks, whites, perkys
Nobody's home she's in a hurry
Driving way to fast vision blurry
I got the gas
Mix it Baja Blast
Put the four in anything that take me to the moon
Now I'm stuck up in the corner stiff like a cocoon
And now I'm floating in the air I'm high like a balloon
Four I need some more
Go lock the door
Need the four
Pour some more (yeah)
Pour the four
Lock the door (yeah yeah)
I need some more
I need some more (uh huh)
Skinny on the jeans
I got all the beans
I got anything you could want if you trynna get lit
I been serving rapping ever since a lil jit
But all my n***** know i been having it
Now they say I'm legit
Now they say I'm rich
Now they say I'm bragging
Now they I'm capping
Watchu talking bout
I don't need yo clout
I been having hoes
I been having dope
I been cut throats
Smack him out then i break his nose
Stomp him out on the curb you know that he bleeding
I got gas for days and you know i be tweaking
Heard you need a plug and they said you been feigning
And i got that good good if you trynna be leaning
Four I need some more
Go lock the door
Need the four
Pour some more (yeah)
Pour the four
Lock the door (yeah yeah)
I need some more
I need some more (uh huh)