Young Curt

"4 Pillz"

[Intro]
Check this out man, it's the Jack man, you know what I'm saying
The jacker man from the Mobb figures
And you in the mix with my Partner DJ Motive
Man you know what I'm saying
Yeah, we keeping it lit man, hit me on my myspace n*gga
Myspace.com/jackermobbcrew baby
(Young Curt!)

[Verse 1]
Off 4 pillz f*ck how you feel
Gold in my grill, chrome on the wheels
Going hella dumb, bruh we on one
Going hella stupid 'til my body turn numb
All In the whip looking for a b*tch
Boss a tip bruh you already know
All my n*ggas 'bout that action so you better watch your back
If you f*cking with my team, guarantee you get smacked
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Body in that trunk (ay)
AK-47, guarantee it will dump
n*gga I made plenty, Young Curt pay me
b*tches so crazy, a n*gga so shady
Yeah I'm on this thing and I'm freestyling
I'm going hella dumb, cause a n*gga wylin
When you see me in the traffic lil n*gga get active
And I got a AK guarantee ill buss it

[Chorus]
Cause I'm on 4 pillz, f*ck how you feel
I'm on 4 pillz, with that gold in my grill
Cause im on 4 pillz, f*ck how you feel
I'm on 4 pillz, I'm on 4 pillz, bruh
I'm leaning, bruh, I'm leaning, bruh, I'm leaning, bruh
I'm leaning, bruh, I'm leaning, bruh, I'm leaning
I'm on 4 pillz, f*ck how you feel

[Verse 2]
Leaning on bro, bruh I'm on one
I'm going hella dumb in the flesh like hella dumb
Stupid dumb whips is what I'm riding
Here I go you can see me ghostriding
Keep the choppa on my waist so you better shut your mouth
Before I let them pistols and them AK's out
My n*ggas we about them thangs we won't talk sh*t
Until you talk sh*t, you gonna get this big clip
And n*ggas that talk sh*t they get their head bussed
My n*ggas go stupid retarded off the yellow ones
I'm going hella dumb 'til my head so horny
And I don't really care cause a n*gga go gnarly
Bruh and we back in this thang
I'm yoking through the East but I'm higher than a plane
Plus I'm yoking through the West, Pittsburgh what I claim
n*gga talk sh*t imma have to buss a brain

[Chorus]
Cause I'm on 4 pillz, f*ck how you feel
I'm on 4 pillz, with that gold in my grill
Cause im on 4 pillz, f*ck how you feel
I'm on 4 pillz, I'm on 4 pillz, bruh
I'm leaning, bruh, I'm leaning, bruh, I'm leaning, bruh
I'm leaning, bruh, I'm leaning, bruh, I'm leaning
I'm on 4 pillz, f*ck how you feel

I'm on 4 pillz, I'm on 4 pillz
Cause I'm on 4 pillz, I'm on 4 pillz, I'm on 4 pillz

Bruh, im leaning, bruh, im leaning, bruh, im leaning
I'm on 4 pillz, f*ck how you feel

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