4 Fingas Freestyle

Get it going and never stop She keep talking bout some shots She want Patron, Don't do Ciroc I just roll, come hit the za Keep on givin, they gon' take it to you out Then gon' talk bout what you got Crack his head, come round actin' out his top Since when everybody gotta opp Already know like where you be at, bitch don't even need a drop Bitch, we strapped in that city, could get there any minute Could make a move, but I won't budge unless it's bout them benjis I'ma tell you what it is, let them tell you what it isn't Now she get the message, let it fly, don't need no pigeon She can't see no other way, but see Bangout, got the vision I don't know no other way, watch how Bangout, go and get it I'ma tell you what it is, let him tell you what it isn't Now she get the message, let it fly, don't need no pigeon She can't see no other way, but see Bangout, got the vision I don't know no other way, but y'all Bangout, go and get it Look, ain't got a bag, back off, can't get what she ask for Punches on her passport, got me sayin, why she so bad Who all that ass for? Two hundred on the dashboard She get in it, got a attitude, I make it drag for her Turn it up a tad more She f*ck anybody with a bag I call her cash whore You can't get no shot in over here, it's off the backboard Back up in the school with Tommy Hill, I go Ralph Lauren Now I can double back foreign Had to take a break, but now I'm back going I done turned it off, but now it's back on Ever lost it all and got it back Y'all f*ck with you, but never get attached I know shit don't never last I done left him in the past too many times Don't f*ck with Bangout, I'm the bomb And he say that he been steppin, I been out here placin' mines That just mean you can't evade us Shouldn't have went against that bread chaser nation I'm just sayin, gambled with his life, he should've went to Vegas But I'm so sick of niggas fakin Shit so foul go call a flagrant She been waitin' on me to make it Spent some time to make this banger You see me with four fingers, with a blunt up in two With somethin' that I ain't aimin, I just up it and you thru I can't turn on my mans, ain't no price can make a friend How my brother got a fin(FN), and he step on me on land I can't turn on my mans, ain't no price can make a friend How my brother got a fin(FN), and he step on me on land Big ol' booty, watch her throw it, with no hands Ain't it crazy how I fit up in her pants Go check on your mans, he ain't nothing like what he sayin Fat Bat on them cars, see you pull-up, he start sprayin Feeling like the man, I see you hold me down I probably f*ck around, pull that Benz out Get it on her own, don't need no help, won't ask for handouts She left that nigga alone, but he still pull up like a fan Until I pop out with big shit like, what's the plan now Get it goin' and never stop She keep talkin' bout some shots She want Patron, Don't do Ciroc But I just roll, come hit the za Keep on givin, they gon' take until you out They gon' talk bout what you got