4 Minutes of Fire (feat. Big Flame 8, YSN Flow & Atm Jayy) [BONUS TRACK]

Let's give them four minuet's of fire It's about time them nigga's die Im too real ask if I fucked your bitch I promise I won't lie Say she love me then she hate me Told the bitch like pick a side Indecisive with my hoe's think I want Kayla No never mind that goofy bitch gone waste my time If I want to fuck I don't wait in a line I wear designer ain't waiting in line If I want the hoe then I'm making her mine Close her eyes when she talk to me Because she hate to see me lie Don't call me twin if you ain't with me I been clicked up with my guys come on Aye Flame where the fuck you at? Here I come Aye, laying out of town to blick Say it ain't tricking if you got it Might spend a bag on a bitch I can go drop me a watch But I want it to me a wrist Fuck it, I'm trying to get rich Like fuck it I'm taking a risk I keep a mask still jacking Now I'm just chilling out rapping I can not help that I'm savage Keep the tool for the static Bitch I ain't going You can call me mr never having it Trees that I'm blowing I got them from bro in the trap They serving them baggages Hot Hot It's hot I forgot I'm wit flame Aye I shoot a switch without aim Bitch come here I'm icing your bitch with no chain I shot him I'm hearing his pain Icy nigga I'm like flame get his chain Like shit my fault I done went for his brain I'm like no nigga this was just a little stain Man what he started to reach so I banged Still on the same thing I'm with the same gang See Doe gave me a chain Still trying snatch one dang Dang nigga Still trying snatch one dang Me and bro we hit the road just to go pick a bag up Antisocial don't get close pussy nigga bag up Know that bitch she out here lying if she said she had us I've been running up these pros till that little shit add up Me and we like the same bitches Shit we hit the same hoes nigga we aint change Same nigga we just change clothes Can't be fucked with they with us that's how the game go Roll a three-five of that Za smoke till the pain gone My nigga hitting plays off that dog fluffy frenchie You a clown ass nigga he think he wise call him Penny Oh you say you got a plug, I bet a thousand he can't fuck with me Having motion with this shit shit I been Bro pulled up on bullshit, lay a bitch down like a durag Wake up pop a pill, cause if I don't it make my mood bad Fuck her in designer too aggressive with my rhude ass Don't make it to the top and turn around like where my crew at He beef on the internet informant we don't do that Don't care if this your bitch ain't ducking pussy I'm a screw that Heard some pussy niggas want my top, so push the roof back Perky 10 10 for the win I'm throwing two back If your bitch out with gang I hope you know she getting fucked My old bitch keep on calling, tell that hoe you out of luck If she a little pretty neat hoe I might just fuck I got some little trench work they still fucking for the buck Street nigga treat a bad bitch like a slut My gun a quick comer all this bitch know is bust Shoot first, pass second, bitch, I'm clutch Was 50 shot, but I just stuffed it with some nut's Fuck your clique knock him down with this drizzy Hit her off a Perc I beat it down, shit, I get busy White bitch on her knees and I'm like, whoa, shit, Vicky I want Carisha, please, I ain't worried about no Diddy I want a pretty black bitch, ain't worried about no Sidney And bro a face the pint, he ain't worried about no kidney I got two FN's but ain't no fuck niggas with me Outside with the baddest bitches when I pop out in my city