text: 4PF look like we hit licks how we sell bricks
  We dont sell shit, we just make hits, yeah
  Turn up
  Keepin my composure, never sober
  Never chokin, always smokin doja
  Fuck em if they gettin over
  Got a Moncler coat because the kid the coldest
  I aint changed, I stayed the same and maintained
  Its safe to say the kid gettin older
  Forever gang, Im never switchin over
  Made a lane and niggas cant get over
  I cant match with rappers, they be bogus
  Really get a pack and keep the over
  Big dripper, stand up in the ocean
  Everybody trappin, we get loads in
  He aint 4PF if he aint got motion
  Made a half a ticket off promotion
  Shout out Swishers Sweet, they keep me rollin
  But if we catch the opp, we gotta smoke him
  Ridin round with Dracs like we OVO
  I got some racks and I want some more
  Still got them passin the hood, call it give-and-go
  Keep a nigga main bitch in a figure-four
  Let me fuck when I want, I just come and go
  Man, these racks gettin too big for these skinny clothes
  I might put me an M in some big Girbaud
  Let lil bro hit the stick, had start gettin old
  I spent five hundred racks on a Lambo
  And didnt even know how to make that motherfucker go
  On my birthday, I just wanna lift the door
  Barely flex, but dont play with me, period
  Shooters follow behind in a Urus
  In the Rolls truck, I feel like a tourist
  Im the one from the bottom who sold all my partners them pounds
  Used to drive in a Buick
  Hot, hot, hot, Im heatin up
  I fuck with slimes and Im gonna bust 
  He cant put on that drip, he aint one of us
  How you ridin in a Benz and a Tonka truck?
  How you got everybody lit, pipin up?
  Oh, she bad with no swag, I can pipe her up
  Made my last one my last one, Im wifin her
  Count the money up fast like Im typin somethin
  Im the type to get active and never run 
  Keep the Rugers, my niggas aint scared of nothin 
  And aint no rules, you got racks, you can get it done 
  On a light day, I keep me a honey bun 
  Makin hit after hit, call me Barry Bonds 
  For this Christmas, I bought everybody guns 
  Glocks and choppers and FNs for everyone 
  Take that roof off the car, let her feel the sun 
  My bro go see his barber five times a month 
  Got this bitch out the college, she suckin and swallow 
  I stick it in, she feel it in her gut 
  We dont run from our problems, we stackin up guala and guala Im tryna get that mega bucks 
  We them drippers, lil nigga, best watch your step 
  This top shelf, got forty designer belts 
  4PF look like the new BMF
  Think Im deaf, got stones in my right and left 
  How you crank up the car? Aint no key in there
  Just pull up, spin they block, and get out of there 
  Wake up, have a hard time findin what to wear
  Treat these hoes like a tire, I keep a spare
  Want a strap because Im war ready 
  Check the trust account, its more fetti 
  Skydweller, Jubilee, and a Presi 
  Hundred-fifty plain Richard Millie 
  Ima milk the game until its empty
  Lil cuzzo spit that flame until its empty 
  I am not a killer, but dont tempt me 
  Spendin rate bout thousand to a fifty
  Hot, hot, hot, Im heatin up
  I fuck with slimes and Im gonna bust 
  He cant put on that drip, he aint one of us
  How you ridin in a Benz and a Tonka truck?
  How you got everybody lit, pipin up?
  Oh, she bad with no swag, I can pipe her up
  Made my last one my last one, Im wifin her
  Count the money up fast like Im typin somethin
  Im the type to get active and never run