444 (feat. TRULA)

Bruh, what happened? (What happened?) I got jumped by 6 Damn, what happened to you? (Oh, damn) I got stabbed by 6 For real? What about you, bruh? (Oh my gosh, nigga) I got robbed by 6 Oh my God, what about you? (That sounds insane) I got shot by 6 Damn, that's like the worst one (Okay, that is—, yeah, that one is) I got scammed by 6 That's a little worst, but shit, I don't know (Eh, that was okay) I got laced by 6 Yeah, 'Madi in the drive-through, I'ma get a 4 for 4 Shawty tell me "Slide through," Think I'm going overboard 'Madi never lie to you, just know I keep it more than Sure (I love you, 'Madi) Running out of fries, tell lil' baby, "Order more" Huh, stack it like a Dave's Single in this bitch 'Madi whimsical with this, got a critical, you missed Now I'm giving you the blitz, outfit winter wonderland Wood grain on my collar, getting splinters on my hands Give me brain like a scholar, in the kitchen cooking collards Shawty see me and she follow, she my genie in a bottle I'm increasing all the profits that I'm making off my artist Feel like Skarmory, my armor on I'm Roman like a Spartan, I'm in the catacombs Magnezone, get to sparkin' and my data gone Alien shawty look like Martian, she got plasma on Huh, can't even call it, "Madi' marksman," bitch, I'm blastin' off You ain't wireless, gotta hold the cord Huh, swedish shawty want my cheese, I call her "Smorgasbord" Let me just remind you this year, it's over boy, gone Yeah, 'Madi in the drive-through, I'ma get a 4 for 4 Shawty tell me "Slide through," Think I'm going overboard 'Madi never lie to you, just know I keep it more than sure Running out of fries, tell lil' baby, "Order more" Huh, stack it like a Dave's Single in this bitch 'Madi whimsical with this, got a critical, you missed Now I'm giving you the blitz, outfit winter wonderland Wood grain on my collar, getting splinters on my Hands (I love you, 'Madi) Is it my turn to rap now? Okay then, let's go I got two guns, a dual pistol I said, "Ready, set," then blow the whistle It's a glacier all up on the chain, got a stupid ho, she giving brain Feel like Stewie, got mad artillery, bitch, I stay to my green like celery (Oh, yes, I did) Pull up on me, he talking on mute Bitch sat at my crib, I'm playing the flute That nigga thought he was sorry, it's poof I'm getting bands, I play the guitar For this song, I blow up a car, I don't give a shit, I'll do it tomorrow I got a russian ho washing the car, I got a white plug watching the dogs I got like two ho's 'case I get bored I'm in a party, I'm driving a Ford I'm wearing shit that you couldn't afford (I'm a menace) Yeah, 'Madi in the drive-through, I'ma get a 4 for 4 (Drive-through) Shawty tell me "Slide through," Think I'm going overboard (Yeah, oh, a-huh, yeah, yeah-yeah) 'Madi never lie to you, Just know I keep it more than sure (What, nah, nah-yeah) Running out of fries, tell lil' baby, "Order more" (Oh, a-huh, yeah, yeah-yeah) Huh, stack it like a Dave's Single in this bitch (What, nah, nah-yeah) 'Madi whimsical with this, got a critical, you missed Now I'm giving you the blitz, Outfit winter wonderland (What, nah, nah-yeah)Wood grain on my collar, Getting splinters on my hands (Yeah, oh, a-huh, yeah, yeah-yeah) Get it, get it, get it, yeah Get it, get it, get it, yeah Get it, get it, get it, yeah Get it, get it, get it, yeah