[Lyric] CF4 (Ted Ars)

I fuck that bitch with my timbs on
Don't have no heart i been gone
Fuck clout lil boy i been on
No love for the blocks i been on
Hop in the Benz
Call me a Treesh I’m fucking her friend
I hit her once won't call her again

If I bend yo block I'm dead wrong
Upping the tan
Better play your cards right & stop forcing my hand

Pussy in person tough on the gram
I’m in the town with the pump in the lamb
Can't find you ima dump at your man
You know i shooter as shit hit the fan
Got too much to lose ain't fucking these fans
Sex in the bank i fuck yo the bands
They thought i would lose i fucked up they plan

Fuck is a shot spotter
Me and my guy's we ride with the Glock on us
They don't want no war with us on the tour bus thе jakes ain't stopping us
And i feel like a lotto ticket whеn i walk through you know you can't stop this shit
And i stay with a bad bitch she calling me up cuz I'm treating her lavish
Stay with a big bag so you know you can’t have this
“I got 200 on the dash”
You know the Glock came with a mask
You know the cash came with a bag
Rich young nigga fuck a tab
Drip when i walk
Boy you a Bum you can’t talk how i talk
Run up the Breesh like a sport
She wanna fuck with a boss
“You ain't got the sauce lost me”
Chrome for the times that they crossed me
Cartier’s feeling bossy

Bad bitch from the flossy
& she only get the floor seats
TELL DIOR COME ENDORSE ME

BOUT TO WALK UP IN CHROME
BOUT TO SPEND UP SOME BANDS
WE JUST DID IT AGAIN
IF YOU GET TO THE BREESH THEN PUT ON YOUR MANS!!!!!!
PUT THE GLOCK ON MY WAIST WHEN I PUT ON MY PANTS
IFYK THEN YOU KNOW I AIN'T TAKING NO CHANCE
AINT SIGNING NO DEAL JUST TAKING ADVANCE