Lyrics 4 DOOR HONDA - Bawal Clan, MNL$, OJ River

4 DOOR HONDA

This is what am I though
I’m that strange ass dude who likes to talk to fucking strangers
I’m like curry with the handles
More like a footwork fanatic and I promise I’m a handful
See this is what I am though
I rock nike socks up with any colored vans though
I sang chorus and I am baritone
Seen Jerry Rice in the end zone
Summer Walker in my headphones
I tried to bboy but my legs swole
I’m like a footwork fanatic and I promise I’m a handful
I want cream cheese on my bagel
Mo 16s for the clan though
I spit a fucking tantrum
I tell God I’m fucking thankful
The philosopher from San Jo
My momma thinks I’m handsome
You see my momma’s eyes is Hazel
Please forgive me for what I am though
This is what I am though
Pull up on the block like Rambo
Ridin' 4 door fuck a Lambo
This is what I am though
This is what I am though
Posted on the block like I can’t go
Pull up on the block like Rambo
Ridin' 4 door fuck a Lambo
This is what I am though
This is what I am though
Posted on the block like I can’t go
Walking tall and loud so be free to get me twisted
All you do is bark, go get you a doggy biscuit
Middle finger don’t you act like you missed it
Pulled up on the block and on my block you cannot kick it
Let me stick em, four doors i flip em
Roll with different colors but the black one on the weekends
Roaming hella reckless cuz the charges don’t be sticking
Homies never careless with the tool we got it clicking
Listen!
Here is what you missing!
Weave yourself a noose and kick the stool from down the kitchen
You drinking too much booze and now your brain cells non-existent
I gave you all the clues and you a gangsta, why you bitching?
This is what i am though
Dark skin, long money and my hands got no shackles
This is who i am bro
Blood diamonds in my skin and oil money in the bank yo!
Yeah the flow too sick, words that I spit stay lit, wealth is of the mind too
rich
I could give two shits, pull up on ya block too quick, pocket full of flames
too thick
Bet you know me slick, nah this ain’t no low-key diss, trust me this’ll get you
hit
In the bag two zips, never tell me that you need two hits, don’t you ask me ask
your og bitch
When I shoot no tricks, water water splash no bricks, run it up you need to get
your shoe fixed
This that brand new shit, bawal bawal in the house crew thick, fresher fresher
in your ear q-tips
Fuck a lame bootleg, you don’t know me nah we ain’t cool kid, Pasay City that’s
some real hood shit, Hit the gas view rear
Mirror keep it clean view clear, circle small I only got a few peers,
clan just way too rare
Pull up on the block like Rambo
Ridin' 4 door fuck a Lambo
This is what I am though
This is what I am though
Posted on the block like I can’t go
Pull up on the block like Rambo
Ridin' 4 door fuck a Lambo
This is what I am though
This is what I am though
Posted on the block like I can’t go
Pull up on the block like Rambo
Ridin' 4 door fuck a Lambo
This is what I am though
This is what I am though
Posted on the block like I can’t go