Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 4L, artist - 21 Savage. Date of issue: 25.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
4L |
| Solid nigga, real street nigga |
| A hundred percent, a hundred and ten percent |
| Ain’t no cut on this shit, nigga |
| This shit blue magic, nigga, like Frank Lucas nigga on god |
| Four trap spots at the bottom of the hill (Straight up) |
| Tryna diss Savage, that’ll prolly get you killed (On god) |
| I get my shooter smoked, I think he finna spill (Swear) |
| The beans, I got X, dawg, 75 cents a pill (21) |
| Tez took a 15, finna come back on appeal (Free Tez) |
| Pop took 19 'fore he was 19, made me shed a tear (Free Pop) |
| Blew up on my own, no cosigns I was stiff (On God) |
| I swear I went like six times platinum 'fore I signed my deal (Straight up) |
| We used to cut MAK-90s before they made them Dracs (On my mama) |
| I’m so Slaughter Gang, I’ma nut on her face (21) |
| Captain Save-A-Ho, you might get shot in your cape (On god) |
| Niggas drop a mixtape, then they tattoo they face (Lil' pussy) |
| Niggas drop an album, then pretend to be gangsta (Lil' bitch) |
| Imaginary hood, you gon' make it up, ain’t you? |
| He done made up dead homies, man this nigga a prankster |
| I got niggas down the road for a flock, they’ll shank you (On God) |
| Give me head in a brand new car (Yeah) |
| Hit her from the back, need Geico, (21) |
| She got fat 'cause a nigga made her stay in the house so I got the bitch lipo |
| (Straight up) |
| Ridin' 'round town with a Glock, but if it’s a hit I’ma use my rifle (On God) |
| You can ask all the opps, niggas know 4L gang go psycho (I swear) |
| Cap-ass, rap-ass, battery-in-the-back-ass |
| You know you ain’t built like that, play and get your ass smashed |
| All black ski mask, pull up on your street fast |
| Bodybag a nigga ass, throw his body in the trash |
| I’m a young trap ass, strapped-ass, no time for the yap ass |
| Get a nigga clapped ass, Zone 6, ride around with it in my lap ass |
| Leave your man’s brain in your motherfuckin' lap ass nigga |
| Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow |
| Brrr-bow-bow-bow-bow |
| I wanted to come in, know what I’m talkin' about |
| Cuz just talked that shit |
| That big Zone 6 shit for y’all niggas ass |
| (Stop all that cap-ass shit) |
| I’m a Zone 6-er, Mr. Remixer |
| Mr. Fuck-Her-Then-I-Hit-Her-Pass-Her-To-My-Nig-ger |
| Only thing I smoke on is a big Swisher |
| And I don’t sip liquor, I sip lean, yes, sir |
| Pull up on the curb, hop out serve a nigga bird (Serve a bird) |
| Who run the block? |
| Slimeball, that’s the word (Slime) |
| Get a nigga topped, off top, non-stop, on my block |
| I got shooters totin' their Glock, it’s a 30 in his Glock (Yeah that 30) |
| Niggas ain’t rockin' how we rockin', we rock-solid (4L) |
| And I keep them blues in my pocket, ten thousand (Uh huh) |
| Five on your head, nigga, get your head chopped (Do that) |
| Ride through my hood and I got the top chopped (What?) |
| Off, when I ride off (What?) |
| Smoke gas, cough (Dude) |
| Bitch give me mouth (Uh huh) |
| Big dawg, boss (Big dawg) |
| Y’all know what it cost (You know) |
| Just to be a boss (Be a boss) |
| Well, you gotta wipe some niggas off |
| You gotta run off on the plug |
| You gotta shoot at some niggas |
| Let 'em know you don’t give no fucks |
| If you really 'bout that life, then, nigga, show 'em you 'bout your business |
| Don’t be schemin' on a hunnid, nigga, run up you a million |
| Cap-ass, rap-ass, battery-in-the-back-ass |
| You know you ain’t built like that, play and get your ass smashed |
| All black ski mask, pull up on your street fast |
| Bodybag a nigga ass, throw his body in the trash |
| I’m a young trap ass, strapped-ass, no time for the yap ass |
| Get a nigga clapped ass, Zone 6, ride around with it in my lap ass |
| Leave your man’s brain in your motherfuckin' lap ass nigga (21, 21) |
| I was little, now I’m bigger (Now I’m bigger) |
| I was broke, now I’m worth eight figures (Eight figures) |
| It’s either you against us or you with us (Lil' bitch) |
| Malcolm might get killed in the middle (On God) |
| Mini-14, I was 17 first time I shot it |
| Nigga, I was on Glenfair (On my mama, dawg) |
| Went hollow, Collier Ridge to VC |
| Robbin', landin', all the way to Line Street, they don’t play fair (21, 21) |
| If you make your bed, you gon' lay there (You gon' lay there) |
| Made a hunnid on Austin off my cell, yeah (Off my cell, yeah) |
| It was a trap spot and I used to stay there (On God) |
| On my dead brother, I kept a K there (Straight up) |
| Tryna spend the night, you must be fuckin' or somethin' (Lil' bitch) |
| I want you to suck me like you suckin' your thumb (21) |
| Savage rich as fuck, but I save money like a bum (On God) |
| Made it to the top, but I give back to the slum (Straight up) |
| Cap-ass, rap-ass, battery-in-the-back-ass |
| You know you ain’t built like that, play and get your ass smashed |
| All black ski mask, pull up on your street fast |
| Bodybag a nigga ass, throw his body in the trash |
| I’m a young trap ass, strapped-ass, no time for the yap ass |
| Get a nigga clapped ass, Zone 6, ride around with it in my lap ass |
| Leave your man’s brain in your motherfuckin' lap ass nigga (21, 21) |