Lil Loc 4bm - 4TL Lyrics

I'm poppin' pills and drinkin' lean You know That my shooters on my team
And yeah, they all about the green I hit her Until then, I pass her to my team
And yeah, we leave no remedy No, I don't Know what's wrong with me
Yeah, I'ma steady keep on grindin', forget the Haters, yeah

Yeah, I'ma do my thing and I'ma stack up all This paper
My niggas steady sellin' bowls, yeah, yeah, Yeah
Yo, girl, she steady droppin' low, yeah, yeah
I got the cash and yeah, my diamonds froze, Yeah, yeah

Just like Illinois, this nigga is cold enough, yeah
And yeah, I make her fold and yeah, she old
But guess what? Nigga, I don't care about that, Girl
As long as she gettin' money, she gettin' it to The max

She always talkin' bout I'm trippin', tryna break Her back
I'm tryna put her deep up in her, I'm tryna get Her wet
And yeah, I come straight out the trenches, Y'all don't know about that
And yeah, it's 4TL forever, yeah, I got him wet

But I can't even lie, he was quick as a net
So I shot him in his back Even though his head Was what I wanted
I still got him wet If rappin' didn't work
I'd probably be out sellin' crack And yeah, it's Road to the riches

Like I come out to shop the shed You know she Real freakin' wet
Just like the ocean collar Fiji, it's 4TL forever
We split his face, now he can't eat I need a real Girl, no flat screen
TV If he play, he D.I.E., he D.I.E.

And that's on game I'm steady tryna find out
Where them scary niggas hang As soon as it Hit him, it go bang
Shoot out the bullets We threw that bait right In the streets
Yeah, that nigga took it in his head and his left

And his partner lookin' stupid That nigga Lookin' real, real stupid
Just like Goofy Know I be rich
But I got the sticks up in this box, not talkin' Two leaves
And yeah, we strappin' hoesies And yeah, Shootin' movies

I got these choppers in the back of my trunk, Nigga, I'm ruthless
He tried to kill me, he a doofus Yeah, that Nigga stupid
He stupid I can't find no real love
That's why I shot Q-Tip Yo, girl, she bendin' Over

And yeah, I'm gettin' closer I drive around on My chauffeur
Yeah, I'm a father I'm her sister, way too Sneaky
I'm talkin' like a cobra I'm poppin' pills and Drinkin' lean
You know that my shooters on my team And We all about the green

I hit her once, and then I pass her to my team
And we leave no remedy No, I don't know What's wrong with me
Yeah, I'ma steady keep on grindin', forget the Haters
I'ma just do me, and I'ma stack up all this Paper