Fours! lyrics

[Chorus]
Rollin' in my town, Glock be my firearm
Drivin' reckless with a QP in the car
Rockstar, play a b*tch, like a guitar
Rockstar, I'm a take off to the stars
Smokin' woods and my bro he be poppin' bars
Swear to god, these pus*y boys don't want war
Heard he talkin' down, bring it to his front door
Aj pouring whole pints, y'all be pouring fours

[Verse 2]
Sippin' lean, I don't sip Coors
I don't wear Versace, or Michael Koors
I be ballin' out, but I'm not on the court
f*ck a case, f*ck a judge, and f*ck a court
I stay cautious, gotta stay on alert
In a vert, gucci on the T shirt
In the field, you watchin' from the bleachers
Broke or dead I don't wanna be either
IDB a gang full of Grim Reapers
My dope be louder than some speakers
Yeah, yeah your b*tch a speaker
di*k in her mouth, now she not speakin'
I be stackin' up, and y'all dreamin'
Go get off your ass, and start scheming
Winter time, designer coats, and y'all freezin'
Yeah, y'all really can't be us
Yeah, no I don't wanna discuss
Shooters pull up, and they gonna bust
So many snakes, I can't have trust
So many people switched up
Yeah, now it's just us
Yeah, only people that I trust
Yeah, she want the money I'm not dumb
Yeah, AR 100 round drum
[Chorus]
Rollin' in my town, Glock be my firearm
Drivin' reckless with a QP in the car
Rockstar, play a b*tch, like a guitar
Rockstar, I'm a take off to the stars
Smokin' woods and my bro he be poppin' bars
Swear to god, these pus*y boys don't want war
Heard he talkin' down, bring it to his front door
Aj pouring whole pints, y'all be pouring fours