Lyrics 4 Quarters - MaxThaDemon

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