4G's

[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

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

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

[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

[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

[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

[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

[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!

[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