FOURTH GEAR CYPHER lyrics

[Intro: Slayer77 & Playboi Carti]
What?
Grrt, what?
Yeah, ready
Yeah (Darkspin)
What? Huh
Ayy, woah (Slayer)

[Chorus: Slayer77]
Shut up, n*gga, we finna be up there
Bye-bye, n*gga, you finna be on there (Fye, fye)
n*gga, you finna be done there
Chopper volcano, it's finna erupt there
Why n*ggas actin' so fruity?
I'm bringin' a whole lotta red, not tomato (Yeah)
Walk in that b*tch like a menace
I'm losin' my mind, man, I'm feelin' like Faygo (Yeah)
[And I'm winning who it is?]
[Your not taking bank, yeah, no fifties?]
I’m taking over, goin' over everythin'
They not gon' stand in my way
My n*ggas do sh*t all [?]
Walkin' with a beam, I feel like Kamehameha
It don't matter, sippin' on the Wocky, Wocky
I'm makin' some sh*t like Rockstar Made
And you finna get rolled like Rocky
[Refrain: Slayer77]
We the best with it (What?)
We the best with it (Yeah)
We the best with it (What?)
We the best with it (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Slayer77]
Runnin' the track like it's click-clack, uh
You are not gettin' that b*tch back
I'm finna pass my biggest song
But you know there will still be a mix-match
Movin' somewhere, but I'm not gettin' up (Yeah)
Walk with that b*tch 'cause I wet it up
You know my show never regular
Tell my why the f*ck you think I'ma make it up?
Sun is shinin' on my wrist, finna bake it up
Got some water on my sh*t, finna lake it up
Don't even matter because my shorty like Selena
You know that the Glock finna shake it up

[Refrain: Slayer 77 & Playboi Carti]
Yeah, woah, yeah, yeah
Never too much (Yeah)
Never too much (Woah)
Never too much (What?)
Never too much
[Verse 2: Osmkapo]
b*tch, I'm on top of my sh*t
b*tch, I'm on top of my sh*t
I don't know why these n*ggas be talkin' on me
But I'm rockin' Gucci with the fit
And I'm uppin' that fire, b*tch, I'm uppin' that
I'm in Off-White and she lovin' that
I hit her once, I ain't callin' back
Diamonds on me and they shine like the sun
Goin' straight to the top, b*tch, I need number one
I—I hit an opp with the blicky
Yes, I got the sticky, don't call it a gun
Ten tryna pin me, I go on the run
They tryna talk at all, not tryna talk at all
I hit the gas and it f*ck up my lungs
Man, what you talkin' 'bout? What he talkin' about?
He play with gang and that n*gga is done
I said the beat is so magical, I feel like Bandicoot
These n*ggas really ain’t none
"How much you spend?" Like a band or two
I'm in a Bentley coupe, never worry about my funds
She ate my di*k like an edible, she say I'm edible
I ball hard just like the Sun
Play with the gang and I'm done with you
b*tch, I went up and now these b*tches just like to suck
[Interlude]
Woah, Yankee with no brim

[Verse 3: Yung Fazo]
Yeah (Bop)
She wanna watch how I get all the bands
I'm gon' spaz out, yeah, bring the racks out, yeah
I know she a ho, I said I'll blow her back out, yeah (Skkrt)
If you be talkin' right up on the 'Gram, are you bringin' the mags out? Yeah
She wanna watch how I get all the bands
I'm gon' spaz out, yeah, bring the racks out, yeah
I know she a ho, I said I'll blow her back out, yeah (Skkrt)
If you be talkin' right up on the 'Gram, are you bringin' the mags out? Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 4: TheHxliday]
And you know I rock hard, that's how I'm comin'
I feel like Manson, don't give a sh*t (Yeah)
Go through your b*tch like a runway
She like them diamonds that dance on my wrist
I know what I'm gonna be someday
Can't hit me up 'cause I be in the mix (Your b*tch all—)
Your b*tch all up on me, yes, she been hands on
I feel like Elon, you see me blast off
That money ain't green, no, it's blue in my Phantom (Woah)
Walk on the scene, now you've seen I'm a star (Woah)
I’m rockin' out with your b*tch (Woah)
I feel like I'm Nirvana, no, I am not talkin' no guitar (Woah)
My Rollie, it be bustin' in the moonlight (Woah)
If you talkin' sh*t, then we aim with that graah-tah (Woah)
I'm gon' make it, that's on my momma (Woah)
I got your b*tch naked, she callin' me father

[Chorus: Slayer77]
Shut up, n*gga, we finna be up there
Bye-bye, n*gga, you finna be on there (Fye, fye)
n*gga, you finna be done there
Chopper volcano, it finna erupt there
Why n*ggas actin' so fruity?
I'm bringin' a whole lotta red, not tomato (Yeah)
Walk in that b*tch like a menace
I'm losin' my mind, man, I'm feelin' like Faygo (Yeah)
[And I'm winning who it is?]
[Your not taking bank, yeah, no fifties?]
I’m taking over, goin' over everythin'
They not gon' stand in my way
My n*ggas [?]
Walkin' with a beam, I feel like Kamehameha
It don't matter, sippin' on the Wocky, Wocky
I'm makin' some sh*t like Rockstar Made
And you finna get rolled like Rocky

[Outro: Playboi Carti]
I told you to stop hangin' 'round here, opp ass b*tch
Homicide, homicide, homicide