Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 4 Quarters, artist - MaxThaDemon. Date of issue: 11.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
4 Quarters |
| Killers and demons we posted up, hoodied up, so I know feds tryna get to us |
| All of these drugs we gon' stand over bodies so he’s never living or getting up |
| Fuck you got weapons for? |
| I got a chop that’s gon lean to me, stumble and fall |
| over |
| I’m on the court no assist so I move like I’m Kobe I’m ballin' through four |
| quarters |
| Or maybe I move like I’m Jordan if you on the court you get one like it’s four |
| quarters |
| If you owe me money then you owe your life, picture frame have him livin' in |
| four borders |
| On the news leave his face on the TV, if you want smoke jump outside and come |
| see me |
| I’m on my point like I’m CP, talkin' bout scorin' you scorin' the D-League |
| That is not nothin' to brag about, cause I’m scorin' on big homies |
| Always talk on your lives when you posted with gang, so I walk with my stick on |
| me |
| 30 Opps 60 shots do the math everyone catchin' two, if I miss bring the whole |
| army |
| All these shots be headshots like I’m playin' Black Ops, chop his face have him |
| look like a dead zombie |
| Have him look like a dead zombie |
| Have his brain on the ground, there’s no fiction, it’s dead body |
| If he runnin' we dead shot him |
| They don’t know that he’s gone but they prayin the meds got him |
| How could the meds try to save that boy, I will not play with boy, |
| see me and got low |
| Bet I spot him, I got him, my triggers start flockin' the shell knock the meat |
| out his taco |
| They call me the demon, but I’m playin' cool, every bitch want a ring on it |
| She lay me, get wetter then pools, come show what you do took my dick and go |
| sing on it |
| If she bring her friends then I’m bringing the gang, they gon' slide I don’t |
| gotta ask |
| If I slide then I got it, the shots you can’t block it. |
| Religion is drillin', |
| don’t got a mask |
| Killers and demons we posted up, hoodied up, so I know feds tryna get to us |
| All of these drugs we gon' stand over bodies so he’s never living or getting up |
| Fuck you got weapons for? |
| I got a chop that’s gon' lean to me, stumble and fall |
| over |
| I’m on the court no assist so I move like I’m Kobe I’m ballin' through four |
| quarters |
| I don’t got it, then brody stop poppin', if Demon’s around then I know there’s |
| some bodybags |
| All this drillin' non stoppin' don’t ask for a treaty, I’m always lurkin' don’t |
| gotta ask |
| Wanna ball? |
| Then come guard up |
| I don’t need a battery I’m always charged up |
| If you freeze you get marked up |
| You get caught at the light then your cars stayin' parked up |
| They all talk, but they know the way Max got, rap it, I trap. |
| You still post on |
| my back blocks |
| Double fifties, a hunnids, my bag always comin' and I’ma slide off to my stash |
| spot |
| I was there, but they raided my last spot, took all the work. |
| Started from |
| nothing my pockets hurt |
| Now I’m up really up, and I really don’t gotta work. |
| But I’m still stackin' and |
| trappin' work |
| I see how they look, wanna be me. |
| You’re for these drugs but I’m purgin', |
| look creepy |
| Why do your bitch wanna meet me, 'cause you’re a goof, you want time with a |
| demon |
| She wanna spend time with me when you keep buggin' her, I do not want any love |
| from her |
| Just straight to the room, and then I’ma get up in her. |
| Phone on the moon ain’t |
| no buggin' her |
| Do not disturb was my last bop, king of my town where the fuck is my crown at |
| If he droppin' addys on live, I’ma slide with the guys that’s where bodies get |
| found at |
| Fuck a 30 or 40, got 50s and 60s, we give 'em like 70 down bad |
| We got bread like the 80's I ran up a 90 pack, under my bed is some black bags |
| Killers and demons we posted up, hoodied up, so I know feds tryna get to us |
| All of these drugs we gon' stand over bodies so he’s never living or getting up |
| Fuck you got weapons for? |
| I got a chop that’s gon' lean to me, stumble and fall |
| over |
| I’m on the court no assist so I move like I’m Kobe I’m ballin' through four |
| quarters |
| Killers and demons we posted up, hoodied up, so I know feds tryna get to us |
| All of these drugs we gon' stand over bodies so he’s never living or getting up |
| Fuck you got weapons for? |
| I got a chop that’s gon' lean to me, stumble and fall |
| over |
| I’m on the court no assist so I move like I’m Kobe I’m ballin' through four |
| quarters |
| That’s what the fuck I’m talking about nigga |
| I wanna hear you rappin' on fuckin' beats like this |
| Know what I’m sayin, I know you fuck with the drill shit and all that, |
| know what I’m saying, but this shit right here? |
| This shit hard nigga |
| Deadass, deadass. |
| Trap. |
| You already know nigga |
| Keep doing what you’re doing nigga |
| Proud of you nigga, for real |