Lyrics
In the hood on the streets a nigga slowly tips
With the chronic shit and saint eyes to the lips
As I sips and I'm steady guppin' Searchin' for a butt-naked bitch
Who's down for the fuckin' caught up boss
Cause that's my big nigga, but he was gettin' a dick-suck
Now don't that shit figure, pimpin' bitches is the logo
Of the four deep, so you best to peep yo' hoe
Cause if the bitch slippin' in the dark She'll get got, cause she's just a mark
Or should I say a squirrel tryin' to get a nut
And that's why I slipped off in her guts Dropped the bitch off on the corner
So he could jump on her, and I bet you're wonderin' why
We call this shit four deep when only three niggas creep
Cause the fourth nigga is a glock nine And he's guaranteed to stay right behind
Yo' bust a ass if you ever come up south You'll get smoked like a pack of new posts
Never goin' out like suckers Cause goddamn four deep is some hard motherfuckers
So don't never go to sleep, you best to loc' up Cause we'll niggas roll four deep
Four deep, we'll niggas roll four deep Four deep, we'll niggas roll four deep
Four deep, we'll niggas roll four deep Four deep, we'll niggas roll four deep
Four deep, we'll niggas roll four deep Four deep, we'll niggas roll four deep
Four deep, we'll niggas roll four deep We're on the creep, we'll niggas roll four deep
Coming up the block, booming, this is for the jeeps
Steady hitting switches as we creeping four deep
Six-fo' drop chop, sitting on them dates
Loaded Glock 9, come on niggas cause I'm waiting
Spot a couple of hoes at the stoplight
I creep slow, huh, as I tip my shit to the right
What's up, honey, you sure looking pretty
Thinking to myself, she got some big old titties
Can we get together, she said, by your figure
Where's your woman at, I said, she's probably with your nigga
So what's up, bitch, can a nigga get with it
I know you want my dick, so baby, take the seven digits
Know what, I want your number, but you can keep mine
And when you're done for fuckin', use code 69
Now we headed for the store
To get a pack of zigzags and a couple 40-0s
Pass the square, fool, let me get a hit
Oh, shit, huh, I think it's that bitch
What's up, sugar, can a nigga fall through
I ain't with that bullshit, you know what I wanna do
She said, yeah, boss, anything for you
Bring your ho crew, I got some friends too
Back to the store, I don't wanna get infected
I must stay protected when my jimmy is a wrecking, huh
Now I'm headed for the love shack
Yeah, it's a fact that I'm gonna break your back
Straight to the room, it's time for hidden action
Three hours straight of butt-naked passion
I dropped the rubber on the floor, hit the door
Jumped in the 6-4, I'm out it, ho
Up to no good as we drink
Cause it's an everyday thing when we're rolling 4-D
4-D, real niggas roll 4-D
4-D, 4-D, real niggas roll 4-D
4-D, real niggas roll 4-D
4-D, real niggas roll 4-D
4-D, real niggas roll 4-D
4-D, real niggas roll 4-D
4-D, real niggas roll 4-D
We're 3, we're niggas roll 4-D
WRITERS
Big Boss
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