Lyrics 4Tspoon - Playboi Carti, Yung Bans

4Tspoon

Keep some hitters in Atlanta, voolin' every…
Stop that, bring it back, this shit is hot
This is a certified hood classic
(Four tablespoons, four tablespoons)
Damn son, where’d you find this?
(Four tablespoons, four tablespoons)
What, you ain’t know?
25/8 678 (Bans)
I just asked my good lord for another day (Thank God)
Got my niggas in the bay, shooters in LA (Yeah)
Keep some hitters in Atlanta, voolin' everyday (Voolin')
Baby give me good face with that pretty face (Yeah)
Got a nice slim waist, high end taste (Goddamn)
Bet a nigga need his space, always in my way (My way)
Don’t bring that shit my way, we not cool by the way (By the way)
Bitches hoppin' on my wave, swallowin' my babies (Yeah)
In that new G-Mercedes, bitch named Mercedes (Skrrt-skrrt)
Uh, uh, bitch named Mercedes (Yeah)
In that new G-Mercedes, bitch named Mercedes (Goddamn)
Bitch, come my way but don’t bring nothin' my way
All I want is face then get out my face
Yeah, that nigga hate but he stay in his place (Place)
38 right in your face (Face)
Playboi keep a bunny right in his face (Face)
Uh, uh
Ass so fat, she gon' give me face (Face)
Ayy
Ferragamo waist (Waist)
Burberry my taste (Taste)
Nigga, hit my line, two phones come my way
I’m with a rich ho, wait
Tell me where you stay, tell me where you at
Be right there, go pick 'em up, hit me right back (Ayy)
(Four tablespoons, four tablespoons)
On this lean, 24, nigga
Dogs sendin' twenty foes, nigga
Coke, dope, crack, smack, weed, Es and CDs
They got it all
Four teaspoons
This is a certified hood classic
(Four tablespoons, four tablespoons)
Laughing all the way to the bank
We ain’t new to this, we true to this
This is not the hottest thing smokin'
You must be out of your goddamn mind
Damn, son, where’d you find this?