Lyrics 4style - Krept, KONAN

4style

Lead pop, tek rain on your whole squad
Headshot, get brain like a blowjob
This pound can’t fit in a phonebox
You’ll get your face lift, botox
No nose job, I’m a rebel star
One hand on the 4 like it’s twenty past
Clap, bang, put four in your belly dawg
Have your stomach out like you belly dance
If I’ve got four in the clip then
You’ll see four like a Citroen
Pinch them, when I pop the shots
You’ll see corn like these socks are off
Let my gun sound, ministry
Now your life’s at stake, not
Shooting like they ain’t seen me for long
They’re missing me
With the squad then we get in the hype cuz
Might get a bottle in your head in a nightclub
Burn clothes when the weapon dem rise up
Smurf knows what a tek in the bike does
bader, probably out on a move
on the strip, rising the dough
Trips in the whip, riding with Konez
Scat’s in another car, Femz in the back
Young Darkz in the passenger, bounce with the strap
I ain’t talking about when it slaps
They could’ve been when the toy lifts
I wouldn’t wanna be man like the
, too many G’s to mention